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Demy-Stardust

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:13 pm


Alternate title of:
Demy really likes writing stuff for the City and sometimes her characters want to have adventures on their own

This is a reusable thread, where I will store all the solos for my City characters :3 Reflections, adventures, discoveries...whatever I feel like writing.

However...considering who I play, I will be leaving notes at the bottom of each entry to keep things interesting. Sometimes there will be an opportunity for other characters to react to what I write here. If anyone needs a springboard for RP ideas feel free to draw from those notes. Just please do not take anything that happens here as IC knowledge unless otherwise stated in the notes. Thanks!

Please do not post in here! If you have any questions, you can PM me. I don't mind.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:46 pm


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There were numerous stories told about the Audio who bore the Tower's destruction on his tail. He was a ghost, lurking among the ruins of the City. It was said that even Wily bots feared him, for at any moment he could emerge from the rubble and strike them down. He was bold with his kills, scavenging the prone robotic forms for anything that could be of use before setting up the remains to be found. The City's "Hero" wanted these bodies to be found, for it to be known that he was not afraid of Wily or his robotic army. The were simply robots, they could be offlined, scraped, destroyed. The City just had to make a stand.

He was eager to lead the charge.

Others would tell you that Flashover was nothing more than a coward, popping up to cause chaos here and there before ducking out to let the others fight amongst themselves. The smoky Audio would tell you these words were spoken out of fear. Wily's crew didn't want an uprising, they didn't want the Citizens to earn freedom. They did whatever they could to undermine those who made a stand and prove to the rest it was worthless. Just accept your fates.

Flashover was not going to take things quietly. This City had enough of the darkness.

Today he was on a specific mission that required something. Something very particular, that only higher level combat bots carried. The risk would be worth it though, should he be able to get his paws on what he was seeking and put it to use. So very worth it.

He had studied the bot's movements from the shadows for weeks. They worked off a system, and day by day Flashover was learning more and more of it. At this point he felt confident in making a move on the bot who held what he wanted. Yes...the robotic form made his way down that street there, and at this intersection was where he split away from the group and did a bit of a solo patrol before joining back up with the others. That would be where to strike.

Flashover slunk along the buildings, staying out of the range of detection while he followed the bot. There! Flashover diverted from his current path and took another that would lead him ahead of the Sniper. Once the bot made the turn around that corner...well, he was met with an explosive. Right in his helmet.

With one small explosion the bot's lifeless form collapsed to the ground. Flashover mentally added another tally to his body count. Just one more bit of trash cleaned off the streets. However, that explosion would have alerted others.....so best to get what he needed and get out of here. The smoke covered Audio knelt down, relieving this higher ranked Sniper of his weapon.

A rocket launcher.

Flashover only had one rocket for it, but that was all he'd need. One perfect shot to end this entire ordeal. Soon, soon light would return to the City. Soon everything would be right again. He just had to find his true quarry for the day.

And a sound in the distance led him to believe he might not have to wait as long as he had previously thought. Smirking, the rebel leader disappeared back into the darkness of the City.

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**NOTES**
If anyone wants to use the attack on the Sniper as inspiration, they may. Flashover struck quick and fast, killing the bot and taking what he needed in under 60 seconds. He would not have paused to look or talk to anyone else, but the body is there to be examined should you wish. Keep in mind the explosion would have alerted nearby patrols, so the window to check things out would be very short before one of Wily's crew showed up to investigate. Don't want to get stuck blamed for a robot death now do you? ....Maybe you do.


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PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 3:37 pm


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Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Protoman was born.
A perfect man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots.
Ready, willing, prepared to fight.


His mission had been a simple one in theory. A single-minded goal to end all evil between himself and the freedom of Audio-kind. It was a noble task, one that the bot known as Proto had been more than willing to tackle. His father had spent years building him, perfecting his programming to take on anything that might oppose him. He was born without fear, without the hesitation that mortal Audio held. Proto was more than capable of taking down overwhelming odds. In fact, the thought of such a battle sent sparks of excitement through his circuits similar to adrenaline for flesh and blood.

Due to the gravity of the situation there had not been much time for him to spend with his 'father' Dr. Light. From what little interaction he did get, Proto could tell that the scientist was a loving Audio, simply trying to do the right thing for the City he deeply cared for. The few times they had a break from his mission training, Light played music for him to listen to. Though he as a fighting machine, Light still thought it important to give the young robot a taste of culture. One particular type of music stood out to him so much that his father began to refer to him as it. Blues, the first Son of Light.

The day came that Dr. Light had to send his first born to war. Equipped with gun, riot shield, and helmet Proto stood outside with his father for one last time. The two looked towards the Tower that he was being sent to destroy. A wind had picked up, whipping the yellow scarf around behind the bot. A moment later, he was gone, darting off towards Wily and his army. The wind carried a tune back to Light, a song that Proto himself had made up. It was a haunting tune, and yet it fit the red bot so very well.

Streets went by in a blur, along with the Citizens who filled them. Proto was hell-bent on completing his task, completely focused on the battle that lay before him. Behind, the scared Citizens of the City started to leave their hiding holes, started to fill the streets and follow the path of their Hope. Soon the evil would be destroyed and their City would be back to normal. They would be free.

The red bot made his way to the Tower, the sea of Citizens following in his wake. Before him lie Wily's Army, smirking and ready for a fight. No way one bot would be able to take them. How dare he even have the nerve to think he could! They would crush him, and then go about their day.

Proto, however, had different plans. Fearless he rushed forward, shield striking bots to one side while blaster taking out those on the other. Metal collided with metal, the sound deafening to those who had gathered to watch. Smoke filled the air around the combatants, the action hidden from view but the sound inescapable. Bots dropped left and right, taken out by Proto's quick and precise blows. This is what he was built for, his very reason to exist. Yet no matter how driven he was he simply could not take on an army.

Soon the smoke cleared, the sound having died down. Still Proto stood, barely, his energy depleting fast. There was no fear, even as the countless Wily bots finally swarmed over him and finished the battle.

The crowd dispersed, heading back to their homes. There would be no freedom today. No...Hope was dead.

The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from their collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead


Proto awoke with a start, the bot giving a panicked look around the room as he got his bearings. Internal systems raced, the bot thinking he was right back in the middle of the fight for his life. The day that he lost his direction...really, the day that his world had been shattered.

But, a tense moment later and the memories of the past faded away to where he truly was. His corner in Bass' room, on his cot. No danger here, just a darkened room and the broken bot that currently inhabited it. Proto heaved an unnecessary sigh, raising his good arm to run his hand through his hair. His memory banks were screwing with him, forcing him to relive that awful day rather than get a good recharge cycle in. And why? He had done what he could! It wasn't -his- fault that he had been overwhelmed...was it? Proto had fought off countless robots, but one bot was no match for an entire army. Surely the Citizens realized this, so why hadn't they helped? Had his entire purpose been for nothing?

And what place in this world did a bot with no purpose have? He was built to -destroy- Wily's Army. It was his sole goal. Yet here he lay, taking refuge in his co-general's room. Wily's Army was at his command, he hadn't destroyed it! No..he had only strengthened it.

Hope Rides Alone.
....But tonight Hope did not want to be alone. He didn't want to stand alone, or recharge alone, or anything. As quietly as possible Proto pulled himself from his cot and tried to move it closer to Bass' bed. ...Difficult, considering his one arm being in a sling. There was a fair amount of -scraping-, but he did eventually get it close enough. Now he just had to climb back in....

Of course Proto knew that Bass was going to wake up with the scraping, who could sleep through that? Still, he looked at the figure in the bed, not in the b***h corner, either and frowned. Before he could actually attempt to climb in the bed, however, Bass had rolled over and wrapped his arms around the other bot, drawing him in. It was as though Bass knew what was going on with him. Maybe Wily put a link in them, or something equally as ******** up, but either way. He was on the bed now, against the other bot, practically tucked under him.

...And it was good. He didn't feel alone. This is what he wanted.

Maybe now the nightmares would be at bay.

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**NOTES**
Proto breaks even Bass' 'heart' with his backstory. Yep.
Mostly a thing so I could write out Proto's backstory in Audio-verse. Not really much to base your own things on, unless Sergio wants to do sappy solos.
Sergio helped with the end :B
PostPosted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 4:54 pm


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It had been a week since he had taken down General Bass. The metallic screams and crackling of the fire still rang fresh in his ears, a fact of which Flashover was greatly pleased with. Despite the grand achievement there had been no time to celebrate. With the fall of Bass it seemed the City's network of robot oppressors had suddenly gone on the move. Every unit still functioning was constantly on patrol.

They were scared.

If a single rebel could take down Bass without getting so much as a scratch on him, then just what would happen next? Units patrolled, attempting to hunt down Flashover before he pulled his next move. Though he had planned to hold off a bit and make more preparations it was becoming increasingly obvious that he would have to put his plan into action. Soon.

As much as he loved being independent, he was going to need some assistance with this one. Thankfully he had plenty of contacts throughout the rebellion. It was just a matter of having some meetings, making a few arrangements, and seeing about procuring a good weapon to use against the bots.

Then it would be time to end this all.

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**NOTES**
Something is coming...
Are you prepared?


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PostPosted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 5:24 pm


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The week had been filled with countless more robots dropping off the grid. It seemed that with each passing day Wily's army lost more and more of it's members, though thankfully the latest ones to drop were mostly City cleanup bots. This confused Spark. Why would the Citizens be taking out the robots meant to -help- them?

It was just one more reason they were inferior. Too stupid to realize when they were being helped, these days they just lashed out at everyone. Fools.

No matter.

Spark had taken it upon himself to look into the matter a bit. Surely one of the rebels would leave some sort of clue, perhaps it'd be Flashover himself! Imagine if he dragged Flashover back himself, surely Wily would reward him. And Bass too! Flashover's head had to be worth -something- to the General who had literally gone to pieces fighting him.

Heh, gone to pieces. Spark cracked himself up.

He had marched out with every intent on hunting down whoever was causing all the robot deaths. Unfortunately Spark's mind tended to wander. A lot, and as the day wore on he simply forgot just what he was doing out here in the first place. Or where he was going.

....Why had he left the Tower again?

As lost as he was (both in the City itself, and in his own thoughts) he never saw the attack coming.

------

Back at the Tower the dot that represented Spark simply disappeared off the elaborate tracking board that Wily had set up to scan the City.

One more casualty on account of the Rebels.

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**NOTES**
Spark is now missing from the City grid. No signs of any of his tracking devices are visible on any system. Period.
PostPosted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 4:13 pm


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He was only vaguely aware of what was going on around him.

The followers of Flashover were currently on the move. For what purpose exactly he wasn't sure, something about moving to the final location for the plan? His ears swiveled, and while he could take in the sounds around him he was having a hard time processing it. His core was weak, nearly fully drained. Proto needed rest, but every time he nodded off someone came around and roused him again. He wasn't allowed to -rest-, wasn't allowed to drink beyond an occasional sip of an E-tank just to keep him going. He wasn't sure just how -long- he had been a prisoner but during his time here he had just barely finished a single E-tank.

He was starving.

At some point Pierce had come along and knocked his sunglasses off. Something about it being stupid that he was wearing them inside (or at all, really, being a robot). This of course had caused whimpers of pain and eyes squeezed shut, which amused all around him. Assholes.

Now though, they had tied his scarf around his eyes to be sure they were covered, and gone about moving him from wherever they were to whatever place it was they were going. He should have cared more, or fought harder, but he just couldn't draw up the strength to put up a fight. Besides the occasional squirm or snarl from behind his taped muzzle Proto offered little resistance. It earned him jeers in return. They called him weak, stupid, and a dead bot walking. Though they were intending on using him as bait, they had no problem informing him how unlikely it was -anyone- would come for him.

...And he believed them.

Yes, he had spent years training Wily's Army. Yes he had worked closely with many of them. But would anyone bother to save him? Why would they? He was weak. Broken. Clearly they could do better without him, couldn't they?

Flashover and his followers were really getting to him. Proto's fighting spirit was waning, and he was truly starting to believe their words.

No one would come for him. Not the Robot Masters, not Bass (he was too injured to do a thing anyway), not his father, not his brothers or sister, and certainly -not- the Citizens.

He was alone. He was always alone. And now he was going to die alone.

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**NOTES**

Proto is one seriously depressed robot.
He has been moved from the location of the original broadcast.


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