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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 6:26 pm
Halfway to the corner, Joe risked a glance back. He was...gone? HA! He did it! Joe's amazing disguise and excellent acting skills had fooled the general of Wiley's whole freakin' army! WOO HOO! This called for a burger!
A few blocks down the street, Joe entered his favorite burger joint and slid into his self-assigned booth. He'd kept his helmet on, hoping it would allow him the anonymity to chat up the waitress before revealing his true identity. Ever since the incident last month, she'd stopped coming to wait on him unless absolutely necessary. Since he always ordered the same thing, that usually entailed coming over to drop off his food, drink, and roll her eyes as he attempted conversation. He sat still, waiting anxiously for her arrival. Maybe he'd try a sexy accent or a deep voice or something, perhaps even order something different for a change. Raising his menu, Joe browsed the options, murmuring quietly to himself as he practiced what to say.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 6:41 pm
For a few minutes, everything seemed fine. Sure, there were whispers among the patrons of the restaurant, and a few even left....but for the most part Joe seemed just fine where he was.
For a bit. At least.
Soon enough though, Joe could likely sense another presence. Perhaps it was his lovely waitress, finally ready to take his order?
"Hey there buddy."
...Yeah, that definitely wasn't the waitress' voice....
No...it was Proto. And he was currently making himself quite at home in the seat across from Joe. The other patrons in the restaurant? Well...if they hadn't left when Joe walked in....they were certainly leaving now.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 6:52 pm
Finally she was here! Grinning beneath the visor, Joe lowered his menu. "Hey baby~" he said in the deepest voice he could manage. The rest of his rehearsed conversation died in his throat as Joe caught sight of who'd actually come to join him. The general?!?! AGAIN?!?!?! Speechless, the young audio sat there staring at his new dining companion. s**t he was in trouble.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:10 pm
....Yep. There went the last patron at Joe's poor choice of words. .....Hell at this point it was likely the -employees- had left.
"So, I suppose that you expect me to continue to believe this ridiculous charade of yours, even as you sit here in a diner...likely about to order a burger."
One remaining nervous waitress had come over, dropping off some random drink for Joe (hope you like it!) and a robot-friendly drink for Proto. Yes, the places around here kept them just in case one of Wily's forces dropped in. Grateful for this, Proto dismissed her with a wave.
"I'm going to be honest here. I like you. You've got some nerve going around pretending to be a Sniper...but hey, it means you aren't just going to lay down and let everyone else do whatever they want. And I can appreciate that."
Proto paused to take a sip of his drink, before turning his full attention (and his grin) back to Joe.
"But...please do remember that I am -not- fooled by it, and you can't lose me so easily. Got it?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:30 pm
Joe silently gaped at the general. His disguise hadn't worked? But...how? It was perfect! It'd fooled all the other Sniper's he'd encountered. Throat dry, Joe snatched the drink the waitress had laid down for him. Suddenly grateful for the bendy straws the burger bar included in all their drinks, he took a large gulp beneath his helmet. "H-how did you know??" Maybe if Proto told him and he managed to make it out of the restaurant alive, he could perfect his disguise. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but no way was he just going to give up because he'd been found out.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:45 pm
Well...for one, Joe, this wasn't a mass-produced Sniper you were dealing with. It was Proto. There was only -one- Proto. Be thankful for that.
For another you just weren't all that great at this disguise thing.
"Snipers don't go to the very edge of the city and perch on rubble looking longingly into the distance. That is something someone desperate for freedom does. For another...you had no idea who I was. Every Sniper knows that....and most of the citizens do too. So..that makes me wonder about you."
At least he still seemed...amused? Yeah. Amused was good. It sure beat the general's usual mood of pissed off. That was when things got blown up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:57 pm
Okay so maaayyybbeee he should have studied the hierarchy of Wiley's army before he tried to assimilate into it but hey! He could fix that! And there was no way the general would be able to pick him out from the other snipers again once he got away this time. Assuming he could get away that is. "Well uh....I know now. See ya!" Standing swiftly, Joe attempted to flip the table only to find it was firmly attached to the ground. A moment of stunned silence later, he threw his napkin at Proto's visor and made a run for the door.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 8:16 pm
....Well, there was now a napkin plastered to his visor. This wasn't the exact reaction he had been picturing from the other, but.... Well maybe he shouldn't have been too surprised.
The napkin slid off of his visor, and Proto just continued to sit there...calmly sipping his drink. Once it was finished then he stood and went after Joe. Proto had let him get out the door...but he wasn't going to let him get much further than that before catching up.
Why, he was even whistling a happy tune as he chased the other! Maybe even a slight skip to his step.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 4:47 am
Running out the door, Joe cursed the fact that his motorcycle was still two blocks away. He wasn't sure he could make it. Risking a glance behind him, he didn't see any immediate pursuit. The napkin ploy must have worked better than he thought. Note to self: robots may be disoriented by a napkin to the face. Grinning slightly, he turned his attention back to the road ahead and made a run for his bike. Maybe he could make it after all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 4:50 am
Ah...Proto decided on taking the high road. So yes, if Joe continued to glance behind him it would appear no one was there.
Until, with one quick warning whistle, Proto jumped from above and landed right in Joe's path.
"Going somewhere?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:03 am
Huh..what was that noise? Not looking where he was going, Joe turned around just in time to run right into his pursuer.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:06 am
Oh s**t he wasn't stopping---!
Proto stumbled back as he was slammed into, tripping and going down. Whatever, he kept a hold on the other and tumbled with him. At some point in the mini-scuffle his shield ended up discarded on the sidewalk. The bot snarled and put a stop to the tumbling.
With him sitting right on Joe's chest.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:46 am
Joe tumbled over the asphalt until he came to an abrupt stop with the heavy weight of Wiley's general pressing down on his chest. Struggling to catch his breath, he stared wide-eyed into Proto's dark visor. s**t! He was so dead. Should he go for his knife or would that only piss the robot off? He decided to stay still and see what would happen, keeping his arm at his side, ready to pull the knife should the general raise his gun.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 2:35 pm
Proto needed a moment to quell his rage and put his calm face back on. But, after another growl, he managed to do just so.
"...See, I was going to just sit at the diner with you, perhaps chat a bit. But then you had to go and do something stupid like try to outrun me."
Proto was moving....not to get his gun, but rather to stand up and pull Joe up with him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:29 pm
OH s**t HE WAS GOING FOR HIS GUN!!! Joe pulled his knife and rammed it into Proto's side. It didn't get far. With the loud clink of metal on metal, the knife just barely sliced through the fabric of Proto's wardrobe before meeting his metal side. The tip made a graceful arc as it flew away and clattered to the ground. Joe stared in open-mouthed horror at his blunted blade. Note to self: Next time, take the gun.
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