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 Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 8:24 pm
Another day in this hellish place. Another day spent uncomfortably in the bustling streets...constantly bumped into, spoken to, and just generally bothered. Funny, the people of this city didn't spare him a second of their time when he lay broken and dying on it's darkened streets. But now that he was a general, in command of forces well...
Now they cared.
Foolish citizens, prepared to fall all over themselves to suck up to whoever could save their lives. It disgusted Proto. Precious few of this city meant anything to him.
He was tired as hell. Right now, he just wanted to be alone.
With the new tower built he had that opportunity. His boss had made...special accommodations for him and all he had to do was make it up there and lock the door. Then he'd be safe on his floor of the tower, and no one could bother him. ....At least until morning came and he had to return to work. Ugh. Work was only slightly better than maintenance day...which was coming up. Again. Those he hated the most.
Proto stood before the elevator door, glancing around as he waited for the doors to open. Just had to avoid contact with any others until those doors opened... Then, after one quick elevator ride, it'd be a peaceful evening.
"Hurry up."
He shifted the shield in his hand. This thing was really heavy right now and he'd love to put it down. But no...this elevator was taking it's sweet time getting down here.
Sigh.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 5:01 am
Ah, the elevator. It was a quiet ride down the tower, though it seemed to go on forever. Perhaps he'd adjust it to go faster, he was an important man, with important things to do, after all.
Then again, people would likely become ill from motion sickness then, and he wasn't a fan of entering an elevator and have it smell of vomit. Sadly some things just weren't meant to be it seemed. Instead maybe he'd have a secondary elevator added just for himself. Then he'd not have to worry about such simple things.
Yes.
That would work.
The elevator finally came to a stop, the doors opening with a loud and familiar elevator PING noise. Moving to exit, he nearly bumped into Protoman.
"Ahh, there you are. Excellent." grabbing Protoman by the arm, he started towards the exit.
"We have work to do."
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 5:35 am
The ping! Proto noticeably perked up at that welcome noise. It meant that very soon he'd be up relaxing in his room. So very soon. Nevermind how long it took the elevator to get up to the upper levels.
The doors opened, and before Proto could even think of stepping into the safe haven provided he found himself being pulled -away- from where he wanted to go. The robotic Audio let out a startled yelp, synthetic fur standing on end.
No..no no NO NO -NO-.
"Work?!"
One couldn't miss the sound of dismay in his voice.
"I -just- got back. I need to -rest-."
Well...he wanted to rest. Wily could likely tell he was fine. Though his systems were rather unstable at times it was amazing the ordeals this particular bot could put up with. He wasn't dropping on the floor, he clearly still had some energy left in reserves.
He just wanted to be alone.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 5:41 am
"You're fine. We're taking the bike besides. So it's not like you have to walk around."
Ah yes, his most prized possession. His motorcycle. It was his favourite way to travel and he often insisted on bringing Protoman (and Bass) with him.
"You can rest later. It's maintenance day tomorrow anyway, is it not?" that would give Proto many hours of resting, so he could stop complaining.
These bots were so needy sometimes. Ugh.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 6:00 am
"Don't remind me."
Maintenance day wasn't REST. Maintenance day was nothing but -stress- as he had to deal with his systems being fiddled with. It was, perhaps, the only thing he hated more than the people of this city. Hell, the first few maintenance days saw him being put into forceful recharge just so he'd stop fighting long enough to be worked on.
...Occasionally such a measure was still necessary. It all depended on his current mood.
"I don't mean to question your actions -sir- but can't you take Bass or someone else with you?"
He did, at the very least, set his shield down by the door. He had no intentions of trying to hold onto that thing if he did end up dragged onto the bike. No one here was stupid enough to try and mess with his property anyway, it'd be safe there.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 6:04 am
Did this bot do anything but whine and complain? He already knew the answer to that, and simply shook his head, becoming relatively annoyed with Protoman continuously trying to get out of doing what he's been told.
"Bass will be joining us." was all he returned with, sounding less than impressed with the audio at the moment.
They went through this nearly every time. It was easy to be annoyed by it these days.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 3:40 pm
Oh no. No no no no
First, he did things BESIDES complain. He did a lot of things. This was a hard working bot here! And no appreciation, that figured.
Second there was no way in hell he was going to willingly get on a motorcycle with both Wily AND Bass. Wily...was alright. Bass was another story all together. It wasn't happening. Just no.
So Proto did the very mature thing.
At the next doorway, he quickly threw out his hands and legs, catching the sides of it. Nope. No way was Wily going to push him through that door and make this little joyride happen.
So there.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 11:02 am
Ah, but you see, Bass had been watching from behind them, basically the whole time. Who knew how he managed to stay quiet enough to accomplish this, but secrets were fun, weren't they? Green eyes squinted at the helmeted robot and then rolled before he stepped out.
"Yeah, real mature there, Proto," he called out, grabbing both of the bots legs and gave him a sharp, hard tug. This was a real tug because you know, they were both bots and could pull more weight than Wily could. "Just get in the stupid motorcycle with us, you useless scrapheap!" It wasn't like he wanted to do this, but Bass had used all the threats, curses, and even made up some new words and excuses to try to get out of it.
Wily was having none of it.
"The sooner you stop fighting, the sooner we get it over with!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 10:03 am
s**t. Of course Bass was lurking around. He ALWAYS was. Or at least, he always was when Proto didn't want to see his stupid face.
Pretty much 99.8% of the time.
The moment he was yanked from the doorway, Proto whirled around to direct his anger (and punching) towards Bass.
"YOU are the only scrapheap here! Like -hell- I want to just go on yet another ride with you."
Unfortunately Bass was right, the sooner he shut up and got on the stupid damn motorcycle the sooner he'd get -back- to the Tower and back up in his room. You know, that place he wanted to go in the first place.
So, despite his hissing and curse spitting, Proto found himself corralled and led to the motorcycle. This was going to suck.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 10:47 am
Some things would never change, this Wily was certain of. One of those things was that these two wonderful bots of his would never know how to keep their mouths shut for more than five seconds at a time, and it would forever be a constant battle to keep them behaving.
He wished he could say that it was comforting that some things would remain the same, but mostly he just wanted them both to shut the hell up. Was that really too much to ask?
What, exactly, had he done to deserve their racket?
...
Actually maybe that was better off left unanswered.
"Alright you two, simmer down." the elderly man hissed as they made their way out to the cycle.
"Or else you'll be sharing a room tonight, got it?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 8:58 pm
Bass was resident lurker. Where the Seekers had Acid Storm, they had Bass. Somehow the egotistical b*****d was a very quiet egotistical b*****d when he was trying. Which was only when he was sneaking up on Proto to piss him off.... Which was pretty much his occupation. His existence annoyed Proto, so he could literally just wake up and wave at the red b*****d and the bot would be pissed.
He took so much pride in being under his ...synthetic fur and skin so much. He followed to the cycle, hands behind his back because, as much as this was going to suck, at least he would get out of the tower.
There might be grenades stashed away, or a flame thrower equipped to him somewhere.
"Let's just get this over with so we don't have to look at each other tonight." Sharing a room with him was hell. Utter hell.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 8:15 am
Oh for the love of... What had he DONE to deserve this?! He was just trying to go quietly to his room in the Tower! Not cause trouble. So why, oh why was he being threatened with having to share a room with Bass?
This was just awful.
"Fine. Whatever. Let's go."
Proto lingered for a moment, waiting to see just where on this stupid motorcycle he was going to be stuck. Unfortunately for him, it was on the back of it.
Lovely.
The red bot heaved a sigh and resigned himself to his fate.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 8:55 am
Oh for the love of... well whatever. At least they were coming along. Once settled on the bike, Wily kicked it into gear. The engine roared loudly, and the older audio placed his goggles over his eyes (Helmets were for losers and... well okay losers. Sorry boys).
Once he was certain everyone was seated where they needed to be (and not going to go falling off into oblivion), he kicked it into gear and took off like a bat out of hell, breaking out from the underground garage and up into the derelict cityscape.
It was a windy night, and coupled with the high speeds of the bike, his moustache blew back behind him, whipping at the bots behind him. Perhaps he should get that thing trimmed someday.
...
Nah.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:12 pm
Bass just smirked under his cloak as he settled into the side car. At least he had leg room and didn't have to worry about Wily.. or holding onto him. He shuddered at that and cleared his throat to bite back a laugh. He loved being an a** to Proto whenever he could.
If helmets were for losers, at least no one said it out loud. He would seriously punch them in the face, no matter who it was. Sighing slowly, he just put his hands behind his head and enjoyed the ride.
For now. "Are we literally just showing off how much of a b***h Proto is?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:20 pm
Holding onto Wily was not ideal, but unfortunately it was a necessity. Once he had tried to ride back to back with Wily, mostly to avoid that damned whipping mustache of his. The experiment went well for all of 15 seconds, until the scientist's initial acceleration out into the city streets had sent Proto sprawling on the pavement.
These days he just sucked it up and held onto Wily when forced into this seat.
Proto was hunkered down, attempting to keep that mustache the hell out of his face. Unfortunately for him the hair strands managed to find their way to his nose, and....well... The only reaction to that he had was a giggle.
A rather immature, almost puppy like, giggle.
At least until Bass spoke up. Then the red general was right back to his attitude of growls and snarls. And currently trying to reach over and unhook the sidecar. Wily wouldn't notice if one of his passengers went careening into a building, would he?
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