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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 3:08 pm
Crash brought the beaten general to the repair room and laid the main part of him down on the table. Bass hadn't come back online since he'd grabbed him, and probably wouldn't for a bit. Wily was no where to be found right now and he was just going to set these parts down and try to clean this gel off of him to analyze. If he could analyze it and replicate it, it would be help against Flashover, especially if he could get it mixed with some sort of material to keep him in one spot. Then again, maybe it would work on Quickman. That stupid bot was always running around, thinking he was better than everyone else just because he was fast. He was really glad he was able to switch his drills from hands. It made it so much easier to collect the now charred gel off the general and into a sample tube. He put that on the rack with the empty others and just sighed, looking at Bass. Well, Proto would show up here sooner or later, wouldn't he? "Stop rushing into things head first you idiot. You're supposed to like flesh bags." Bass made no movement. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just come back online soon. I don't wanna deal with Proto."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 3:34 pm
Sorry Crash, you were going to have to deal with Proto.
The general in question was doing a lot better than he had been, but he still wasn't at 100%. His father had fixed the damage to his arm and his memory banks (blue ears were still intact however). What no one was allowed to touch was his core, which occasionally gave him a fair bit of trouble.
Like it currently was. Proto felt sluggish, his core refusing to hold onto a proper charge. Fortunately this was something he was used to (sad a fact as that was) and could work through. For now he'd go to the repair room, see if anything was of use (grab some e-tanks..) and head back to bed. Maybe Bass' bed, should the other general be willing to let him.
...That was such an awkward thought, yet comforting at the same time. For now he wouldn't dwell on it.
Proto stepped into the repair room, expecting it to be empty. When it wasn't he sighed a bit. Now he was going to have to deal with others ugh...
To Crashman he gave a short "Hello.", just to show that he acknowledged his presence. Now to catch a glimpse of what poor sap found himself in here today before getting what he needed.
Proto did a double-take at the broken remains lying on the table. Those...were very familiar colors. But it couldn't be, Right? Bass would -never- let himself get that messed up...
But, as he took slow steps towards the table, it was becoming increasingly hard to justify that it wasn't Bass. No...it was definitely Bass. And as he fully made his way over there, now standing over the broken bot, something in his core felt like it just died. The red general let out a distraught sounding noise, fully at a loss as to what to do.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 3:47 pm
The doors opened and Crash turned around and just kind of nodded when Proto said hello, as short and clipped as it was. He sighed lightly and just looked the Red General over before he made a pained expression at Proto spotting Bass. This wasn't going to fair well.
Three, two, one..
The noise made Crash move over and just put a hand on his shoulder, sympathizing with him. Well, empathizing really, because he hadn't been in this situation before. If Rock ever got this bad, he didn't know because Light swept Little Boy Blue up and fixed him, much like he would do with Proto had Proto not been here.
"...I don't.. think his core was damaged, but.." He was missing legs and one arm, and well, he looked like a half melted mess. "Look, Proto, Wily'll fix him up, right? He's good at it. It's kind of what he does." He just patted Proto's shoulder a little more and then dropped his hand. Proto didn't generally like contact (from Robot Masters) so Crash was going to respect that as much as he could. "Uh.." He moved over and slowly pulled off the melted helmet from Proto's head and winced. Some of his hair was singed and burnt and more fur was gone.
"..He went to check out why bots and Snipers were dropping off grid and I'm guessing... He found the reason and got his a** kicked."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 4:08 pm
"God ******** damnit Bass."
Proto's fists were clenched at his sides, his face showing a rather pained expression. Oh, if his father heard such language he likely would have had a good scrubbing of the mouth. No, such language didn't come from the House of Light. Proto had learned it from the best. Bass.
"What the HELL were you thinking?! Going off and getting burnt to a crisp.."
And you know. Getting your limbs blown off or whatever happened. And...oh god his head was so burnt.. Proto reached out one shaking hand and gently ran it through Bass' damaged hair.
His gaze shifted to Crash for a moment, before turning back to Bass. Really, he appreciated the other's efforts to mind his personal space but he was pretty focused on just what a -mess- Bass was currently any way.
".....It was Flashover, wasn't it?"
He was growling now and pulling his hand away from the other general's head.
"I'm going to kill him."
Possibly right this second. Proto sure looked ready to go storming out the door.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 4:14 pm
Crash just watched, standing back for the general to have what time he could with Bass. If none of the other Robot Masters understood falling for the wrong person, Crash did. He looked away after a moment and then just proceeded to grab what he could of the equipment. He might not be Wily but patch jobs was something he knew. All of them did, right? Well, this was going to be much more than a patch job, but Crash didn't exactly feel like he could just stand there and do nothing while this was happening.
The cursing actually made him smirk a little.
Yes, definitely hanging around Bass far too much. Taking a moment longer, Crash looked over to Proto, who now looked ready to kill and he shook his head, grabbing hold of that scarf and his shoulder.
"General Proto. Think about this. Bass went in head first and this is what happened. You're not ready to go into battle yet. You could end up worse than him." Crash's words came out even and calm, but inside he was seriously worried he was going to have to subdue the other. "If you come back hurt from trying to find Flashover and Bass comes online, you know the cycle won't end. It wasn't too long ago and you were both laying on a table, yourself in pieces. If anything Bass is going to need you when he gets up. I don't think we have spare legs and arms. We might have to build from scratch. It means he's not going to be moving around by himself any time soon."
How did he get stuck being the sane one again?
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 4:35 pm
Oh, he was snarling now, both in annoyance and the fact the other was keeping him from doing what he desperately wanted to do. No, Flashover needed his face punched in right now. How DARE he. How <******** dare he. Proto was -finally- finding some peace in his life (even if it was usually when he was curled against Bass...) and that ******** terrorist just had to do this. Why, god damnit, why?! Really, the Son of Light was finding this all too hard to handle.
But....Crash was right. In an odd way he had turned out to be the most sane of this little group. Proto just didn't -like- this fact, because it meant he could do nothing to avenge Bass. He just had to sit here, and let Flashover win.
This sucked.
Proto wasn't sure -what- to do. He was full of rage...or despair? Helplessness... He just wanted to go back to the other night, curled up in warmth and safety and not having to worry that the a*****e he had finally come to care for might never come back online.
Or, when he did, he was going to still be seriously screwed up.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 4:42 pm
Crash would pull Proto into a hug if he didn't think the other would try to hurt him or something, but still. He took a breath and just slowly tugged Proto against him. Proto's back to his chest in something like a friendly hug or just trying to be comforting. Something to ease some of the pain he had a feeling the other was probably overwhelmed with.
"...I'm going to replicate the gel used and use it against him. I'll let you know as soon as it was finished. For now, just. Be here. Wait for him to come online. You can talk to him. It might help? According to the flesh bag TV around here, that's what I get." No need to say Crash's information came from drama television, but whatever.
"I'm going to leave you with him and track Wily down."
Without another word, Crash just headed for the door to give Proto time to process and say what needed to be said.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:05 pm
Proto let himself be tugged against Crash. It...wasn't nearly as comforting as when Bass himself did it, but it was still a nice thought. If it lasted any length of time he would have gotten antsy...but Crash knew better and so it was just a brief thing.
Good.
"...Thank you Crash."
He meant it too. Crash was keeping him in one piece...for the moment. Analyzing that gel was good too. He'd -love- to use whatever Flashover's weapon had been against him. That would just be poetic justice.
For now though, he was taking a seat on the ground, back against the table that Bass currently occupied. With a sigh he lowered his gaze, staring hard at the floor between his legs.
"You a*****e, you better not offline on me. You -told- me you'd be here, that you wouldn't let anything happen to me. And now you go off and get yourself blown to bits and what am I supposed to do WITHOUT you?!"
Proto hated this. He always preached about being independent, and yet here he was...losing his mind because Bass was hurt. Badly.
"God. ********. Damnit. When did I become such a wreck without you?"
He sighed, letting his head slowly droop til it was resting against his knees.
"I'll be here when you wake up...and you better wake up, or I'll never forgive you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:20 pm
It was several long, long moments until Bass's fingers twitched and he slowly started coming online. One eye wasn't working. Wasn't opening. Was it melted? Bass remembered fire... some explosions but not much else. He tried to sit up, to use both arms but was rudely dropped flat on his back when he was off balance. He winced when he heard more pieces of himself fall to the floor and just stopped moving then.
"s**t."
That voice was cracked, overly metallic and barely recognizable to his own ears. Then again he was hearing a little hissing and popping of things inside of him. Where...? His one eye looked around as much as he could, thinking moving was going to be worse on him.
Oh this was the repair room. Good. Wily should unglue his eye. It hadn't really registered just how far damaged he was. For now he knew where he was, knew who he was, but he couldn't remember how he got here or where he was before this.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:29 pm
Proto had sat very still since his outburst, simply trying to make sense of his emotions. Gather himself, really. He'd have to be strong, had to close himself back off to the world. He'd be fine then, right? He'd be fine----
That voice reached his ears, and they immediately pinned back. That...wasn't his Bass. No. Bass' voice never sounded -that- bad, not even when it was skipping. It was Proto's job to have the metallic echo to his voice.
...But wait. If he was speaking..
Proto scrambled back to his feet, looking to be sure he had heard right. Bass...was online! And still looked like crap obviously. But he was still functioning! Just that small bit of good news made him happier.
...s**t, he was still head over heels for Bass wasn't he?
"Just...t-try to relax, okay? It's going to be alright. You're back at the Tower, and once Wily gets up here he'll fix you up good as new and we'll go kick Flashover's a** for hurting you. But for now just...relax."
Because really, there wasn't much else a bot could do with next to no limbs.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:37 pm
Bass heard a voice and something felt familiar about it but at the same time it wasn't. He let his eye flick a bit until he saw that face and he just kind of stared at him, pupil dilated as he searched his memory banks. He stayed like that for a few minutes, just staring at him, looking Proto's face over before a name came to him.
"Blues."
Metallic scraping, that's what his voice sounded like. Bass winced when it happened and he just made a disgruntled noise as he shifted to try to sit up with his one arm. Laying down was dumb and he felt tiny. When he attempted to swing his legs to the side to sit up and they weren't responding, he gave a panic looked before turning his head to the side to see what was left of his legs sitting in a bin a bit away.
Flashover. What a stupid son of a- "...Relax? Can't." How could he? His memory banks weren't running right, his voice sounded worse than when it was skipping and he was half a robot now. That a*****e was going to pay.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:46 pm
"You know, you're the only one outside of my family that calls me that."
Besides Magma Dragoon. But he did it just to be an a*****e.
"But...it's nice. I kind of like having you call me that...."
That voice was truly awful, yet...right now it was almost kind of beautiful. At least Bass was speaking. Right?
"Unfortunately you...kind of have to. I...I can try to do something."
Maybe get that eye unglued? Or clean him up a bit. Yeah. Proto was pretty good at repair work, he tried to do self-repairs as much as possible after all.
"Just...let me help, okay?"
Proto moved away for a few moments, gathering some supplies. Soon enough though he was back with a wet cloth, moving to gently wipe some of the soot off of Bass' face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:00 pm
Beautiful was pushing it by a lot in Bass's opinion. His voice made him want to punch himself in the throat to just put that offline. He watched Proto seem to fret and freak out over how broken he was and tried to wrap his mind around why.
Then the image of Proto curled up against him in a dark room, a... kiss shared and he remembered why. Ah, right. Those confusing feelings that were nice and comforting and yet aggravating because he didn't know how they came to be. It just happened, apparently and Bass just laid like Proto wanted him to and just motioned to his ears.
Meaning that's why he called Proto Blues, but he wasn't even sure if Proto was still around. Bass's reaction times were slow. The reacting to the wet cloth on his face was indication enough of that when he seemed startled by it. Apparently somewhere he'd closed his eye and didn't know what Proto was doing until he felt that rag against his face. Well this was going to prove to be a huge issue when he got up and running.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:14 pm
Yes, he was definitely reacting slow. Proto had returned with the cloth before the other had pointed to his ears. At first he thought maybe Bass wanted him to clean his ear? He could do that! After he got his face wiped off a bit...
But then it dawned on him. Right...his ears were blue now. And the name Blues....cute. Real cute Bass.
"Sorry..."
He felt bad for startling Bass. Honestly, he just wasn't sure what else to do. That left cleaning off his face, and once that was done he started running his fingers through Bass' hair to brush the soot out of it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:20 pm
The sorry was heard and Bass just shrugged his shoulders after a moment before Proto just finished cleaning off his face. His eye wasn't unglued. It was melted shut and it was annoying but he knew Proto couldn't do anything. They weren't... ..The... What was it? Fixer upper bots? Something like that.
Not knowing the word startled him and he just let out a tiny huff.
"....Why isn't Wily here?"
It wasn't he didn't enjoy Proto's company, he just wanted to not sound like he was dying. Or feel like it. That would do some good.
Even as he talked he grabbed onto Proto's scarf and tugged it closer to him, and just held it tightly there.
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