_Atomikill_

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How I was with Atomikill before my long step away from the character. Completely rewrote the guy like, 3 times.

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As Atom was beginning to walk away, he heard the box drop, and fall to the ground. Only then did he allow the words he had heard to be translated into meaning, and his robotic head swiveled a complete one hundred and eighty degrees to look down at the box. A metallic eyebrow raised.

"Improbable. Impossible." Using telescopic lenses, he could read the box as well, and through computer databases, analyzed that what Supra-Man said was true. That will still count as a delivered package, right? He wondered, not sure on how much interstellar mail differed from the U.S Post. Now turning to match his head, he walked over, looming over the superhuman (who was by no means small) and pointed not at the foreign zip code, but rather, at the Empyrean's street address.

"Package has been delivered accordingly. Wherever it is from is not my concern." He looked up now, making eye contact with Nemo, his dull red eyes blinking slowly.

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The excitement that was held within Atom was not to be confused. He did not especially want to meet Supra-Man himself. It was just another customer. However, he was aware that that was how most people DID react around the famed hero, guardian of Earth. No, Atom was solely focused on his objective - three thousand packages, hand-delivered. "I am Atom. No 'mister' about it, Mr. Nemo." Noting the slightly widened eyes of Supra-Man, and hearing a superhuman heartbeat raise just slightly, the cyborg recognized the signs of a mild excitement, and noted this in one of the more human parts of his brain. Unlike the being standing before him, such intimacies when facing a new person did not occur to Atom, and he listened/looked at what he pleased.

"I assure you, the delivery was made to you, and shipped to you, with the UTMOST urgency, as is every package treated in the U.S. postal system." Atom said, almost pointedly, a part of him desperately not wanting this package to not be real.

With that, he grabbed the clipboard and extended it to Nemo, pen sliding down the clipboard and falling (if the Supra-Man was too slow to catch it). "Sign here, please." With that, it would be followed by the cardboard box, pushed gently into Nemo's arms. The package must be delivered.

Number 3,000 must come true.

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@supra-man: Why does Clark look almost fat in that picture?

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Oh, it's also 99% closed, @ any of you creeps wanting to intrude on this intimate RP.

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#6  Edited By _Atomikill_

A story of death, romance, a set of capes, and the machinated man who was brave enough to deliver them.

Deemed unsafe for mortal postmen to carry, Atom, cyborg, must take Supra-Man's capes to him, not only fulfilling Supra-Man's dream of not running out of capes, but also fulfilling Atom's dream of delivering over 3,000 packages for the United States post office.

Will Supra-Man get his capes?

Will Atom ever find love?

It can all be discussed here, in the Special Delivery's special OOC, delivered to you, fair CV RPer.

You're welcome.

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2,999.

That was the number of packages Atom had delivered, in his short, year-long lifespan, working for the U.S. postal service. It wasn't a significant number for a mailman - maybe for a part time mailman such as he - but considering Atom had the insistence to carry his packages on foot and one-at-a-time, it was a fair amount. It was a job he loved, and he was excited to say that package number 3,000 was going to be very special indeed. He got to take his package to The Empyrean, home of the Supra-Man, and there, he would deliver exactly one dozen freshly sewn red capes, made to withstand even the most severe of elements.

"Thank you, Mr. Gutierrez, I will not disappoint you." He had said, in his cheeriest robotic voice, to his postmaster. Shortly after, he bounded off, stomping down the streets of New York as he traveled to the Morrison building, sunlight shining off of him and blinding pedestrians trying to go about their days. Dogs yipped at him, babies cried, and children asked slightly insensitive questions, as they were wont to do when faced with the abnormal. These things would bug Atom. Wasn't he the machinated man that was designed for them? A famed movie concept, at one point, less than a hundred years ago, but met with estrangement. It confused him. However, on this particular day, these harmful thoughts eluded him, as he was so cheery that he practically skipped down the concrete streets, whistling tunes from the radio as he went.

In exactly eighteen minutes and forty-seven seconds, he pushed through the door of the Morrison, bumping into it a little harder than he intended to, and chipping the glass.

"I have a package for the Supra Man!" He declared, holding his package up over his head. Nobody said anything, in spite of the quiet lobby's ambiance being suddenly interrupted by the cyborg. Lowering the package, he looked at the address, to make sure he had it right, and read a note specially written on the side. Clearly, the person who had sent this package had sent the Supra Man capes before, for it was clearly written - Top floor of the Morrison. Look for the black. Extended by the smiley face drawn in Sharpie after the message, Atom nodded to himself, before wandering over to the elevator.

Within moments, he was carefully tip-toeing his way across the top floor of the Morrison, seeking anything 'black'. While the color was present in almost everything, in minute quantities at the least, there was one source that caught Atom's eye - the large, black wall, standing ominously over him at the end of one corridor.

Shuffling over to it, Atom stood up straight, rolled his bronzed shoulders back, stretched his animatronic lips to smile, and knocked on the blackened wall, clenching his package almost tightly enough to burst through the cardboard. Almost.

@supra-man

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Well. This was strange.

"Please, sir, your arrest is vital to my job security." Atom, still smiling, kept advancing to the Depth-Goer. "I win this fight. You cannot defeat me without sacrificing yourself, or at least, a rather large portion of the Atlantic Ocean. I promise you, there are finer things to life than riches on cargo ships, or whatever it is that you do." With a slight shrug, Atom noted that he really didn't have an idea of what the Kraken was doing, but regardless, his claim remained.

"And please, do not respond with a simple 'no' again, or I can't treat this as a fair discussion."

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#9  Edited By _Atomikill_

While he claims to work for the US government, Atom is not really hired by anybody in any branch ot the US - he’s not even a real mailman. The origins of his ‘boss’ are unknown.

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Quite a traditional “hero”.