|Scorpius Malfoy (betterthanmost) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2009-03-21 16:44:00
|Entry tags:||scorpius malfoy, t-850|
Who: Scorpius Malfoy and T-850
Where: Random street corner
What: Bumping into each other
Scorpius had remembered the fake IDs he had once gotten from Damien. They stated his date of birth in such a way that showed him to be 21. It was illegal.. maybe. Immoral, yes. But he was at least 18. He figured he was adult enough to handle it. He'd handled everything else that came his way in this unusual muggle city. He decided it was time to have some drinks. But as he turned a corner, he accidentally collided with something hard, being knock on his arse from the impact. He looked up at the imposing figure.
It appeared to be a strong man wearing leather and having several types of guns on his person, as well as shades over his eyes. But he was no man. One would know that if they saw the metal skeleton under his skin, or if they knew his eyes were red behind those imitation pupils. He looked down impassively at the youth. He scanned him. "Are you still functional? From the degree of impact, and the distance from your buttocks to the ground before the collision.. I calculate that you are still capable of basic bodily functions of a human in this timeline." He offered his hand, choosing not to utter the usual Come with me if you want to live that usually accompanied the gesture.
Scorpius took the hand, rising to his feet. The man's voice appeared neutral, monotone, with a sort of accent. Sounded familiar. He shook his head once he got back on his feet. He said with an annoyed sigh, "Umm... yeah, I'm fine, thanks for the concern. Happens all the time."
The man paused as if contemplating what to do. "Negative. Your tone indicates that this is not a routine occurrence for you. You are rarely... knocked on your arse." He'd recalled the phrase among the many he had heard and stored in his memory banks.
"It was sarcasm," the boy said with a chuckle. "But.. thanks anyway. Could be worse. Could have been impacted by a vampire. I'm.. Scorpius Malfoy." He smirked. "Wizard, graduated from Hogwarts, from Slytherin House."
"T-850, model 101, built by Cyberdyne Systems. Sent to kill John Connor, then reprogrammed to protect the human race from extinction." There, now he'd politely introduced himself. "Vampires have several flaws which may assist in their termination. A stake to heart, sunlight, or decapitation. The last of which may occur from a swipe of a blade or crushing the neck until no neck is left."
"Err.. yeah, thanks for the tip," Scorpius said as he backed up a bit. Wow, this guy sure did seem to know a lot about ending lives. Good thing he was on their side. "Or, you know.. a fire spell can work just as nicely. Trust me, I know."
T-850 replied, "Affirmative. They also have a weakness for some forms of magic. With the exception of one, whom excels in it and has not yet been eliminated." He paused. "Why are you here?"
Well, now that was direct. Scorpius shrugged. "Err.. I was going to get some drinks. But this is weird, you're a machine? You look human. And I did not realize muggles were capable of making things like you yet."
T-850 paused, hearing the term muggle. He searched his databank, then cross-referenced it with a word commonly used in the Harry Potter books and movies. He had also concluded that from those works, and from the message board entries archived in his files, that this was the less-than-bad son of Draco Malfoy. "Affirmative. I arrived from the end of the war in 2032 and have been protecting John Connor, as well as serving Angel Investigations. But the consumption of alcohol is not permitted for you until three more years have passed."
"Ohh.." Scorpius slowly nodded, getting it now. Machines from the future. It also came from a war. But then, he shouldn't be surprised. Amelia, along with the other Jedi here, had come from galaxies beyond this one. Along with distant time periods. He then pulled out his fake ID. "I got this, it's okay."
The Terminator scanned it. He detected an anomaly on the surface, located within the text. It was not a true document for identification. "That is a forgery. You are not 21. To utilize a forged document is illegal, punishable by up to-"
"Look, sir," Scorpius sighed, holding a hand up, "I know all that. I got this. It's fine, really. You're not my father. I'm going to go get a few drinks. I think we've all earned it." Seriously, all he wanted was to have some fun.
The machine stared at him blankly for several minutes. He calculated that the chances were low that he would be a danger. Scorpius did not drive any mode of transportation. He did not seem the type to go crazy when drunk. He had also done this before, records indicating that he had drank with Dominique Weasley. "Very well. It shall be permitted."
"Right.." Scorpius nodded with a nervous look in his eyes. Permitted?? He wondered what this thing would have done to stop him if it wasn't alright. He should probably count his blessings. He pocketed the card, turning to walk around him. No need to bump into such an immovable person again. "I'm just gonna.. umm... go get those drinks now.."
The T-850 did not nod or shrug. He instead pulled a stake from his belt. "Yes. That is what you have chose to do. I must also go. There is twenty minutes left until I am supposed to return. There are possibly a couple more vampires that need to be eliminated."
"Sure.. okay, then." Scorpius turned and shook his head as he continued his trek on the sidewalk. That was highly unusual. He'd never met a machine before. He'd met other wizards, Jedi, vampires, superheroes.. but never a cyborg. It was clearly something he would remember for a while. But for now, he just wanted to focus on finding a good bar. There had to be at least one good establishment in this city.