Wipe my existence clean (Topic open to anyone)

Cayden bit his lip and a huge smile crossed his face as he almost burst into an insane laughter, "I'm alright 'Prax' in fact never better, so you just deal with lil'Azumi here. I won't bother you, but it'd be real interestin' if you showed me what you do." Cayden said sitting down, crossing his legs, he was slightly uncomfortable in these clothes but he guessed he could suck it up, he was going to find out about Azumi if it was the last thing he did.

"Right! Right!" Prax went on excitedly. "I'd be happy to! Would you know what happened to him, though? He hung up on me before I could get any of the details straight, you know?" He got his bag open, pulling out wrenches and screwdrivers and all that junk. He had a whole case within that one bag, full of parts to his machines. "Okay, Azumi, take your clothes off," he ordered, setting things in an order he could use them.
"What! Not with him here!" Azumi protested, pointing at a happy Cayden. Cayden looked victorious already. Prax only waved his shout away.

Cayden laughed to himself a little, "he got a little...er...'crushed'" Cayden said thinking that would be the best description for what happened, "Can't really tell you exactly what happened." He managed to say without laughing to much even as Azumi was told to take off his clothes Cayden just bit his lip harder to keep from bursting into a laughter he probably wouldn't be able to stop, "Aw, come on Azumi, I don't care, and if you don't you won't get fixed" Cayden finally looked at what Prax had pulled out of his case, what the hell kind of a crack-job was this guy, what was with all the machine tools? Though he didn't comment figuring he would find out soon enough.

"He's right, he's right, smart boy that is," Prax said, waiting for Azumi to rid himself of his clothes. "If you don't hurry it up, I'll give you hard-shut down the hard way." He pulled a bottle of pills out of the bag, pulling one out and waving it in front of Azumi. Azumi's eyes widened as he saw the pill. He didn't need this the hard way. He pulled his hoodie off slowly, cursing at Cayden in his mind. He didn't want to pull off his long sleeved shirt underneath, because then Cayden would see the half of his body that wasn't actual flesh. He stalled that by unzipping his pants, but stopped again, not wanting him to see the lower half of him that was metal as well.
"C'mon, c'mon, what's the hold up, Azumi?" Prax urged, holding the pill out. What was worth more? His pride, or getting this over with and letting Cayden find out quicker? ....His pride, actually. But this would be harder to face while conscious. He'd have to wake up to it eventually. As quick as he could, he pulled off the remaining garments, leaving him in his boxers. Now he actually got the chance to see how bad the damage was, but he didn't take that time. He grabbed the hard-shut down pill and popped it into his mouth, breaking it to release the liquid inside. The liquid helped to support his programming that was used to kill threats. It pretty much made him half-conscious, half awake. This would allow the doctor to fix his limbs up without him going beserk and attacking. He hit the bed, half there.

Cayden was going to laugh again as Azumi started to undress but hadn't been expecting what he ended up seeing in the least. His eyes widened and it took him some effort to keep his mouth from falling open. He hadn't expected this guy to be some sort of robot. He watched in silence as he took the pill and seemed to pass out. He looked at the crazy doctor guy, "So he's... part robot?" He asked not even believing what he said even though it explained a lot, it seemed far fetched...but then...he thought about himself and dropped the idea of it being all that weird but awaited Prax's answer none the less.

Prax nodded, suddenly very serious. Probably from the influence of getting into business. "Yes. He was the first I made like this. My assistants found him half torn up and half dead one day, when he was merely a child. They brought him to me, an' I fixed his body up be replacing them with machine parts." He took a look at some of the cracked parts of the leg, seeing the wires snaking out, half cut. "Although, I've never seen his body reach this condition.... he said to me that he had lost it somehow, an' normally with that, people die. He shouldn't get a scratch on him. That's how his system is programmed. I don't know what you did in this situation, but you were fortunate."

Cayden nodded, this was interesting and just like that, he had Azumi figured out and he was off his list. Very interesting...and he's never been his interesting...well...if Cayden hadn't gone a little mad with his powers over reacting and all he was now sure it would be him all broken. "Hmm...ya i must be, but it was mainly the other guy he was after...Azumi didn't even hit me..." Cayden started his lie there, "I'm sure you saw all the police when you entered... they were there because someone fell out the window and died... Azumi's the one who did that..." he lied, fear in his eyes, as though recalling what he had seen.

Prax listened carefully to what Cayden said, nodding as he fixed up the near shattered leg. "I see, and yes, I saw. Wonder why that guy would be after my project, here. None of my info should've leaked out anywhere." He put some of the pieces together in the leg, mending some of the cracks in the metal. "Azumi innit in his right mind when he gets like there. Shuts down, y'see? Human mind goes t'sleep." He put some of the wires back in the shells. He stopped on the one leg, moving to the arm that was falling to pieces. Sections coming off and only hanging by the wires. He attached them together, hooking some things together. "Must have been a dangerous threat if his place got that trashed," he commented.

Cayden nodded more, what this guy said made sense, and Cayden was glad he believed the lie. "Ya...he guy came in fully armed and started beating Azumi, demanding something...I was to scared to do anything about it..." He stopped for a moment after that laughing in his head 'YA! Me? Scared? Never in my LIFE!?' he thought before voicing a question he had, "So...he can't remember what happened during the fight at all?" This was he last little piece Cayden needed to know...

"Hmm, I see. Odd, very," he mused. "He can't remember anything from the time he starts to go into his killing mode, from the time he wakes up. It's like he's not there, bascially." He had reattched most of the arm now, the rest of the things would need to be replaced. This would hold up until he got the parts. He would be able to walk well enough with the machines repaired as they were. He couldn't fight like this though. The metal would break apart. He checked Azumi's right eye which was half lidded, unfocused. The fake eye didn't seem to have taken any damage. The eye was harder to fix or replace than a lot of the other stuff.

"That's really interesting...." Cayden said, "And I'm guessing he's ashamed of all this and that's why he wouldn't just tell me and I had to find out like this?" He asked, and with that question he smirked for a second before making it disappear and he scratched the back of his bare neck, which was still bugging him...it made him forget that his hair was about two feet shorter then usual now anyway, which would bug him until it was back to it's usual length. He also had to think about what both of them would do afterwards, the crazy scientists after Cayden, would be about to start heading back by now, and he AND Azumi had to get out of there...because the police would be even closer, sure they would probably start with floors higher up but they would be here soon.

"Yes, that is his reason. Don't see why now, though. His body is so very intresting, he hates it though. Strange boy he is, y'know," Prax said, looking over the things once more before putting his supplies away. It would suffice, for a little while. He'd have to order some new parts to fix them up completely, but this would work as long as he wasn't rough on them. He turned to Cayden. "Now, I trust you won't spread my research to the world, and that you'll watch after my precious experiement here. He's the first and best of what I've made." He started to walk out the door, calling over his shoulder right before, "The hard-shut down will wear off soon enough. He's not sleeping, just so you know." Then he left, leaving the half-conscious Azumi with the strange kid, Cayden.

Cayden nodded again. "Ya very interesting..." he said under his breath. He looked at Prax as he looked at Cayden and listened to what he said. Cayden laughed, "Won't tell a soul, as long as you don't tell anyone you saw me here." He threw his head back and laughed as Prax left, leaving him with Azumi in a unconscious like state. So Cayden just sat there next to the nearly naked Azumi and waited for him to come to in silence thinking over what he had just learned. he had beat Azumi in this little game of theirs there was no denying that now he just needed to lord it over Azumi.

The cloud over Azumi's mind was slowly dispersing, allowing him to being conscious thought. His body was exposed, he could feel, and his eyes could concentrate on images now. He saw Cayden next to him, thinking about something. He didn't say anything, not wanting to break the uncomfortable silence yet. He was more comfortable with lying still and staying quiet. Cayden had won that contest they were having. He had gotten Azumi's secret first, and Azumi doubted he could even scratch the surface of his.

Cayden knew Azumi could hear him after a while and he decided to play with this guys mind a bit. He sighed and fell back to lie on the floor, "Ahh~ Just to think...Stupid Azumi here could have found out my secret if he had been conscious during that fight." he said, "My whole other form, with the wings and horns and shit...that wouldn't have been good..." he sat back up and poked Azumi, "You can't hear me, right?" he asked with a laugh.

Other form with wings and horns? No way.... Cayden had to be playing with him. He wasn't stupid enough to speak of this kind of thing nonchalantly. But then... he had been created over who knows how long.... was it still possible? He wasn't sure. A good 70% he was messing with him, but there was the remaining 30% it could be true. Cayden was poking at him, asking him if he could hear him. He was laughing, too. So that had to mean he was joking and or lying. Azumi blinked a few times. "No, I can hear you just fine."

Cayden's face dropped, "Shit...really?" He asked he swallowed hard and looked nervous. He knew what he was going to do when he had won, he was going to become an actor, he'd be great at it, and he was beautiful, an acting job would be perfect for him.

Azumi was confused when it sounded like he actually cared. When he sounded like he really hadn't wanted him to hear. But, no! That couldn't be! No way he would seriously just say aloud what he had been when Azumi was out of it. "Er.... yeah.... I wasn't actually sleeping... just kind of not focused. But that doesn't mean I can't hear."

Cayden flushed red. He was up in an instant and over at the wall smashing his head into it, "stupid, stupid, stupid..." He turned and looked down at Azumi, "Did you hear what I said?" He said in a shaky almost nervous voice, his eyes glazed over somewhat. Inside his head he was laughing his ass off, this was to funny, he was so glad to be out of that lab so he could tease these lesser creatures with their undeveloped minds. It was TOO much fun.

Cayden's reaction was the biggest surprise of all. For him to act like this? It seemed impossible. Not even in dreams should it be able to happen. But... here was Cayden, looking appaled and everything over Azumi having heard him say something about his true form. Whether or not it was correct with what he said... this reaction was believeable. He didn't know if it was a choice or not to believe him now. "Um.... I think I did...but I'm not sure if the pill had worn off enough to let me comprehend it."

Cayden sighed and sat down against the wall in a miserable heap, "Well don't expect me to repeat it or anythin....not like I want you to know what I said..." he said slowly and glumly, totally milking this, Azumi was SO buying it and it took all of Cayden's will power to keep from bursting into laughter. "We should probably get going though...before the police get here." In his mind he was just begging for Azumi to ask if what he had heard was true.

"I-I won't...but... no way that's true. I don't know you very well....but that can't be true....Right?" he asked, picking himself up, still very sore on his human side, but finally able to support his body because of the slight fixings on his robotic side. "You...You said you were smart, so you can't be dumb enough to assume I'm really sleeping or something...." he said unsurely, eyeing him suspicously. He grabbed his clothes and put them back on, once again hiding his mechanical limbs.

Cayden looked up at him with a frown then he sighed and looked down at the ground still trying his hardest to act serious as he said, "Your right, I'm to smart for that...of course it isn't true..."He paused for a minute "Phhht AHAHA" He started his laughter falling onto the floor. He bought it he bought it! Cayden started to cry from laughing so hard clutching his stomach curled up in a ball on the floor, "Wings and horns! How absurd!!" He managed to say during his insane laughter.

Azumi scowled as he was slipping his pants on, jerking up the zipper in a frustrated manner. "Wow... thanks," he growled. How like Cayden to find this as a joke. Get all fakely emotional about it, then to just blurt that it hadn't been true at all. "Yeah, yeah, it is absurd, so now what?" He sighed as Cayden went right along laughing loudly.

Cayden stopped laughing quickly and was sitting up again rubbing his eyes slightly. His face suddenly serious again, "We leave...we gotta find somewhere to go, though...you got any ideas? Abandoned places, friends on vacation yadda, yadda." He said with a slight hand gesture as he pushed himself to his feet. He wished he knew more about where he was but as of right now he was for the most part clueless about his surroundings.