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 Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 8:20 am
Wily rolled his eyes beneath his goggles as they rode off, Proto's puplike giggles not terribly endearing when he was supposed to be a general and keeping things in line.
Though it didn't last long and the familiar growling and snarling had returned. That was not a huge surprise either.
Although, he was fairly certain, he felt a shift in the weight of the bike. Eyes widening he hissed back at Protoman.
"HOLD STILL WOULD YOU!?" did he not understand how motorcycles worked? You had to stay IN BALANCE with the driver! Not oppose the weight distribution!
Certainly, these bots would be the death of him. Ugh.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 9:37 am
He was glad he made that comment because that giggling was both unbecoming and stupid. Everything Proto did was stupid. His tail flicked this way and that even if it was weird because of the wind and all, he was still really content he had the extra leg room. Proto had a fat a** and he really did not enjoy sharing a seat with him.
And Wily smelled funny so there was no way he was sharing a ride with him. Ever. Nope.
He was too content and had his eyes closed, so he didn't notice the other trying to unhook the side car. If he had, however, another comment of Proto is a b***h would escape and he'd probably grab the other bot's arm. If he was going down in flames, so was Proto, damn it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 10:13 am
Look Wily, you had no right to complain. You're the madman that forced Proto onto this bike in the first place. AND the one who decided to bring Bass. Proto and Bass were like oil and water.....they were just never going to mix well.
Ever.
Except maybe when they were tormenting citizens. Then they could get along for all of five minutes.
"No."
Proto growled back...but he wasn't shifting around any more at least. No, he had found a new way to unhook the sidecar. Simply slowwwwly lift his leg..then kick the damned thing for all he was worth. Bye bye sidecar!
AND Bass.
Proto couldn't suppress his snicker at that....at least until Bass' hand wrapped around his leg and tugged him off with him. Then it wasn't so funny any more.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 12:45 pm
Wily retained that he had every right to complain, and would simply ignore the suggestion that he didn't. Whether Bass and Proto got along was no excuse for him to go on and on like a small child, or act like an idiot for that matter.
Seriously, risking all their lives just because he's going to be a little cranky pants? No thanks.
The weight of the bike dramatically shifted suddenly, causing Wily to glance over as the sidecar came unhinged.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" before he could stop the bike, Proto was suddenly yanked from his seat, causing Wily to spin out of control as well.
There was a string of cursing coming from his maw as he struggled to get the bike under control.
DAMMIT PROTO.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 5:13 pm
When the sidecar came undone, Bass was super glad that he'd grabbed Proto. With a screech that would make Starscream sound like a kitten, Bass and Proto hurled off, pulling away from Wily's direction. Bass screamed again and then shoved Proto into the sidecar while trying to escape before they hit something.
"YOU STUPID PIECE OF SCRAP METAL! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?"
Needless to say, Bass was NOT happy. ....Or peaceful.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:10 pm
Well, despite the situation Proto had a grin on his face. Sure, he was being dragged along by Bass and the sidecar, and sure he was being screamed at by both Wily and Bass. But! He had managed to upset Bass. This amused him. Greatly.
"For FUN, obviously!"
Proto snarled at the sudden paw in his face as Bass scrambled his way out of the sidecar. It was definitely time to bail. The red general dove out of the sidecar seconds before it careened into a wall. Metal scraped against brick, causing one hell of a noise as the motorcycle accessory crumpled.
...Yeah, the bots wouldn't be getting shoved back into that any time soon.
Proto was back on his feet, fists clenching and unclenching as he grinned over at Bass. He was ready and waiting for a fight, and he was certain it'd be easy enough to get Bass to fight back. Then Wily would HAVE to take them home and he could go back to his room like he wanted to do in the first damn place. It was the perfect plan! At least...it was until something caught Proto's attention. The bot turned his gaze away from Bass, staring at something in the distance.
Another Audio had entered the scene. One with fur of smoke and a red scarf flowing behind him. He wore a grin on his face, and had one rather large rocket launcher aimed right at...Dr. Wily. He held his position for a moment, making sure he had the aim juuuuust right. There was only one projectile loaded into this weapon. One chance for him to end this City's ordeal and truly become it's Hero.
Flashover let out a barking laugh and fired his weapon at Wily and his spinning out motorcycle. FINALLY. The scientist would be finished and this City could be free.
"WILY!"
Forget Bass and their stupid fight, they could do that any time. This damn rebel had the nerve to shoot at Dr. Wily, and like any good general Proto was ready to defend. Without another thought he dashed forward to put himself in between Wily and the path of the missile. Not a problem for him, his main weapon was a shield and he was more than capable of holding off this attack with it.
Proto took up position, instinctively lifting his arm to ready his shield. That was when his thoughts drifted back to how this joyride had started. Wily dragged him out the door...and he had laid his shield down by it so he wouldn't be burdened with it on the motorcycle.
Oh. s**t..
The explosion was loud, Flash's weapon finding a new target in the crossed arms of Proto who refused to move even after realizing his shield was not with him. There was a red mass amidst the fire and smoke, flung back quite a ways and eventually scraping to a halt on the road. Proto's form did not make another move, simply laying motionless on the ground.
"DAMNIT."
Flashover SNARLED, tossing the useless rocket launcher aside. That was not -meant- for the City's former Hero. That missile had Wily's name on it!
..Literally, it had. It was one of the Sniper's guns he had stolen anyway.
STILL. ..He supposed he couldnt be -too- upset. Taking down General Proto was quite a feat as well! Flashover wasn't going to sit and wonder on just -why- the red bot had been stupid enough to put himself in the path with nothing to block the attack. Didn't matter, he had taken him down...and that was good enough for tonight.
He'd just have to go for the Doctor another time. For now, he'd turn and start to make his way away from the scene.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 8:49 am
Wily wasn't 100% certain on what was going on around him, right now he was focused on trying, desperately, not to crash into anything, get control back of his bike, and punish the two idiots accordingly afterwards. Because of this, he had no idea that Flashover had made an appearance. He was well aware of this audio's existence, after all, he'd made it a point to get on the map, so to speak.
Had he been aware, perhaps things would have gone differently. But that was neither here nor there. The fact of the matter remained, his bike was careening out of control and that was the focus of his mind in that moment.
So when the explosion rocketed near him, sending Proto flying through the air, it took him by surprise, causing him to lose what little control he'd had of the machine. All balance lost, and the side car no longer helping hold it in place, the bike crashed onto the side, sending the older audio rolling across the ground as it came to an immediate stop.
Into a brick wall.
The old audio groaned, slowly trying to get up. There'd be bruising, but it could, easily, have been far worse. His eyes were blurred, and he was certain he could see flashover leaving the scene, but his attention was drawn to Proto laying still on the ground. He moved in that direction, trying to determine where Bass had made off to at this point, hoping he was in one piece still as well.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:07 am
Oh, a fight? Proto was looking for a fight? Bass would be happy to give to to him, just as soon as she got to his feet. Which he did rather quickly. Growling, synthetic fur bristling, he looked at Proto with hard green eyes that narrowed. "You stupid piece of scrap metal!" Bass was literally shaking with how made he was. He'd gotten a few new dents, his scarf and cloak had a few new rips in it and he wanted to punch the other bot straight in his stupid face.
But when he saw Proto reacting oddly to something, Bass tilted his head to the side and squinted in the distance. Great. Just flipping great. Bass worked his jaw a bit and could only steal himself and you know, hope to not die.
Bass went flying back like the others and laid there, on the ground, splayed out on his back. If he was alive was questionable, to him, at least. He stayed there, on his back, not moving for a long time. That was the thing about robots, they didn't breath, so it was honestly hard to figure out their status. During the explosion his helmet went flying off, cracked and a few pieces broken, revealing what was, now, ash covered blond hair. The secret he didn't want getting out.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:48 am
Flashover left the scene without another word. Ha ha, take that Dr. Wily! One of your bots was -surely- down for the count, and the other went flying through the air too. So there, how would you deal with the City without your two lapdogs to assist you? Hrm? In a rather chipper mood the City's 'Hero' disappeared into the night.
Proto...wasn't faring so well. His arms and chest had taken the brunt of the impact, and it was a miracle they were still attached. One shoulder was loose, the arm hanging on by a few wires. Panels were ripped up or just completely gone revealing the circuity beneath. His visor was cracked...which he'd be highly pissed off about if he wasn't completely out at the moment. Eyes beneath it were closed, what they looked like would still be a mystery.
The bot made no move to get up, though closer inspection would prove he was still capable of functioning despite what Flashover thought.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 4:40 pm
As his vision began to slowly defog, it became quickly clear that he was going to need assistance. Proto still wasn't moving, and he wasn't one just to lay down during a fight. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glint of metal.
Turning he saw Bass off in the distance, also looking in desperate need of attention. Fumbling in his coat, he snapped out a phone, dialed up a number and started barking out orders to, what could only be his helper bots, to get their asses to his location to help out.
And they had better be quick about it too.
The damn rebels were getting bolder by the day, and this was nothing short of clear proof of that. The old bot simply waited til assistance showed up, and ordered them to take Bass and Proto back to the tower.
Not to mention his bike.
Like hell he was leaving that out here, it needed fixing up too.
However, it could wait. As it stood, he had other priorities to tend to. Namely a couple of nearly scrapped generals.
Wonderful.
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