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 Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:34 pm
His head was spinning, memory banks drawing up random bits and pieces of past events, running them through his mind at blazing speed. There was no chance to focus on any one thing, all there was was...fighting. Fighting and fire and explosions.
One right in his face.
Proto awoke with a start, jerking to sit up and finding that all that did was light up his pain sensors. The busted Audio yelped and forced himself to sit up anyway to evaluate the situation.
Let's see....
Pain in every part of his body? Check!
One arm non functioning and hanging on just barely? Check!
Chest panels exposed? Check!
Visor busted? Check!
Eyes squeezed shut because holy s**t they were sensitive and thus the need for the visor in the first damn place?! Check!
Enough damage to guarantee he was going to be laid up for a while? Check! Unfortunately...
And one disgruntled General who was extremely confused as to what was going on? Yep. Check on that one as well!
Where was he?! Memories scrambled at the moment, this all felt eerily similar. In fact, it was just like when the Citizens had let him fall.
Proto forced one of his eyes to crack open, trying to get a glance around. The light was overwhelming and he barely got a look before having to shut it again. This didn't seem like the streets, and it didn't look like he was in the middle of a fight...
Still, his fur was bristling and he was clearly agitated. Proto wasn't entirely sure what was going on, and currently his thoughts were back to the first time he had awoken in this environment. Had this all been some kind of strange...dream? Robots didn't dream in the normal sense, but sometimes his memory banks played random things for him as he rested. Had he been functioning all this time, or was everything a lie?!
He felt so lost...and helpless.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 8:43 am
Despite the least damage being done to him, it took him a bit longer to come back online. And when he did, he wished he hadn't. His head was killing him and the lights made him wince. Hissing, the second general pushed a hand through his hair. Wait. His.. Whatever. He'd deal with that later.
What in the hell happened? Bass hissed lightly and looked over to Proto as best as he could. His neck felt like it was welded to his shoulders and not at all moving like it should. "You alive?" Well, his voice box was scrapped. It was broken and very much sounded like he was dying. Funny how that worked. Seemed most of his damage was internal. Definitely going to need programming and reprogramming. One eye shut off on him and Bass frowned. Stupid head trauma. Where the hell is his helmet?
Turning back to stare at the ceiling, he just closed his eyes and thought back.
Flashover, that's who it was. That stupid Audio had gotten a freaking rocket launcher. Clearly Wily was alright, otherwise these two bots wouldn't have been where they were. ...Where that was he didn't know, but it wasn't where they had been when the explosion happened, so that was where his brain was.
Yep, he was smart.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 9:11 am
Wily was busy digging around in his spare parts bin, grumbling to himself as this piece and that piece went flying through the air. The older audio hefted a frustrated sigh, staring down a piece of pastel blue tuft fur.
It'd have to do for the time being, synthetic fur wasn't easy to get ahold of these days. Was still better than that nasty bit of puce he'd come across earlier. Honestly, what had he been thinking when he'd used that originally?
Ugh.
Regardless the sound of hissing caught his attention and he pulled his head from the parts bin to glance over. Looked like tweedle dee and tweedle dum were awake. Good. Their headphones were already placed back at least, he'd needed to remove both sets earlier for some minor head trauma repair.
...
He'd deal with the issue that'd snuck up on him about that after they were fixed. For now he made his way back over toward the two tables and shifted his gaze between the two bots.
"Good morning."
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 4:58 pm
Proto had been in the middle of pulling his busted helmet free of his head when Bass' words reached his ears. Normally the thought of someone looking out for him would have been comforting. Unfortunately Bass sounded very awful at the moment and the non-familiar voice did anything BUT comfort the confused bot. He let out a snarl, pointing his gun in the direction of the voice.
"Back. Off."
His helmet fell to the side, clattering to the floor and further stressing out his systems. Proto was convinced he was still in the middle of fighting for his life, surely it wasn't okay to relax just yet?!
But the next voice that reached his ears -was- a familiar one. That...was definitely Wily. His simple greeting broke through the fog of Proto's thoughts and things started to clear. Slowly. The General stole another quick glance before being forced to shut his eyes again due to the light. But, it had been long enough to realize it was Bass who had talked to him before...and he wasn't looking so good either.
"...Yeah...yeah I'm alive. Looks like you are too. ....What the hell happened?"
Things were so jumbled, he was having a rather hard time telling past from present memories at the moment.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:30 pm
When Bass didn't get the reaction he was looking for, or well, expecting, he just rolled his eyes behind his eyelids. Some parts of him felt like he was missing fur. Was that possible? More than likely. Stupid shock waves from the blast that didn't actually hit him.
"Wily, you a*****e," he crackled out, glitching for a moment so he stuttered on the a** part of the last word. Bass threw his head back and hit it against the table before sighing and getting the stuttering under control. "You made me-me-me from cheap materials, didn't you-you?" God DAMMIT that was annoying. He brought one hand to his throat and rubbed it like that would help at all. He bet Wily wasted all the good materials on Proto, the prodigal son or whatever. He didn't really know or care about that father/son relationship.
He didn't exactly pay attention to things like that.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:34 pm
Wily snorted as Bass's snark hit is ears. The elderly audio rolled his eyes, moving towards the pair and shaking his head.
"There's nothing cheap about you, Bass. So quit your bellyaching." he grunted with agitation.
"I don't know if you recall, however, things have been a little tight since we had to rebuild the city and tower from scratch. Now can we focus on what's important here?" he held up some fur, looking and deciding that, yes, Bass would wear the neon pink for now (especially after that comment) and Proto would get the blue.
Deal with it.
"You both had an unfortunate accident, lets leave it at that and get you both fixed up, alright?"
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:55 pm
"...Please fix his voice box, he's even more irritating than usual."
His bitching was nothing new...though really the cheap parts? Right, it wasn't like Proto was full of grade A parts either, hell it wasn't often he was willingly worked on. At all.
But holy s**t that skipping was ANNOYING. He was not going to be able to tolerate being around Bass (less so than usual) if that kept up. Proto was hissing in pain, still trying to force his eyes open to look around. Everytime he did it wasn't long before the blinding light caused him to shut his eyes again. Extremely bright blue eyes.
Screw you father, why had you made his eyes so god damn sensitive?!
"I want to know what -happened-. So no it is not alright. Something about..citizens? Or...a motorcycle? I can remember fighting....and going down. More fighting. A lab, a rocket launcher...... Sir. -Please-. I can't...process things straight."
Yes...he was definitely mixing the past with the present. But at least he had enough sense to call Wily -Sir- and not just b***h about being made cheaply.
Like Bass.
The idiot.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 7:34 pm
"I-I-I-I-I-I-" Bass growled very metallic sounding, like someone dragging an engine on an asphalt road and then tried it again. "I-I hate-te you b-both." Oh s**t it was getting worse. He just sighed and grumbled mentally since talking was going to get annoying to everyone including himself.
He didn't even get a direct hit, what the hell kind of rocket launcher did Flashover use?! Did it have some kind of magnetic field or something? It felt like it did. Sighing slowly, the less broken bot actually sat up and tried to swing his legs over the edge of the table he was laying on. "F-F-Flashov-ver-er-er-er did it-t-t-t-t." He reached out for Wily, wanting to grab him by the lab coat and just pointed to his throat like 'FIX IT'.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 8:00 pm
Wily, though old, was deceptively quick on his feet. His time spent with Bass and Proto had given him time to adjust to their tempers and reactions to certain things. So it was of no surprise to him that Bass would have grabbed for him.
"I'm aware of the damages you both have, I ran scans while you were offline. These repairs take time, so you will have to learn a little patience." yeah, sure. That'd go over like a lead balloon.
If he told them though, at least they couldn't whine about not knowing it would take awhile (they'd likely just whine about how it was taking time. Hmm. Really though, was either of those better than the other?
At least they couldn't b***h about both.
"Yes it was an attack by Flashover. You took a direct hit from the rocket launcher he seemed to have his hands on. Need to find out more about that..." the latter of his words trailed off as he moved closer to Proto, suddenly sticking the blue fur to one of his newly bald spots.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:15 pm
Ah...okay, there was where the memories of a rocket launcher were coming from. It was getting confused with the weapons of the Robot Masters who had caused his fall five years prior, but...well it was there. Flashover was the cause? Well Flashover was at the top of his kill list then. That damn rebel had lived long enough. Proto was content in these thoughts until he felt a sudden touch to his ear. Under normal circumstances this would have caused a simple growl and the bot pulling away from whoever dared touch him.
But….currently blind and with glitching memories, Proto was not in a good mental state. When Wily touched his ear to stick the fur down, the red general’s automatic reaction was to lash out at whoever was near him. In this case, it was Wily himself.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 12:45 pm
Great. She was going to be sounding like a broken record for a while. Bass sighed at that and just pushed a hand through what blond hair he had left and just shook his head. Awesome. Looking over at Wily as he talked about the attack, green eyes squinted at the blue ear and he let out a barking laugh. A mechanical laugh, but hey! He had to find some enjoyment, right? s**t, but he couldn't tease the other without sounding idiotic himself! This wasn't fair. So, he was just going to watch with a wicked grin.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 12:53 pm
Wily was just turning to tell Bass to shut his trap, when he suddenly felt Proto's hand connect with his face. The elderly audio tumbled backwards, yelping and hitting the floor while scattering some of his tools across it.
He sat there, dazed for a moment, before growling in Proto's direction. Just what he'd needed. Something else to take time away from repairing these idiots.
And they were some of the biggest idiots he knew.
"I'd suggest trying to contain that rage, Proto." he fumed, rubbing the side of his face as he struggled to get up.
Perhaps it'd be better to work on Bass for now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 12:58 pm
Proto's new blue ears flattened back against his head at the sound of Bass' mechanical laughter and....well s**t, that was Wily hitting the floor. s**t. He had decked Wily. Fantastic. This day just kept getting better and better!
But no, he would not contain his rage. Honestly he was doing his best! But the circumstances he found himself in were not ideal, and all in all he was really confused.
"I can't SEE. And I don't know WHAT is going on. So I am -sorry- if I am not in the bubbliest of moods."
Proto snarled back in the direction Wily's voice had come from.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:02 pm
He just laughed even harder as Wily hit the floor and Proto seemed to shrink like some kind of pup. He snorted and just giggled like a tiny little pup at this point before taking a deep breath as he tried to relax. Swallowing a bit more, Bass just tried to calm himself down before rubbing his eyes.
"God this is too good. Hit him ag-g-ga-g..." He gave a laughing sigh before just sniffing. Oh God, even as annoyed as he was, Wily getting hit was great in his books.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:05 pm
"..." Wily simply sneered at Bass.
"Shut it before I find a way to weld that mask of yours to your face." he wouldn't really, but he was sore and today had been a frustrating enough day without Bass' smart a** mouthing off.
"That goes for both of you, actually." the old audio grunted as Proto's comments hit his ears as well. Lovely. They were both being mouthy prats. Just what he didn't want to listen to.
Children.
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