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 Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 11:44 am
Hi yes this is where I will put solos for all my City-dwelling goobers.
I will sort out how to pretty this up later sometime. xD
Assholes Audios you might find here:
Ashe
Nireill
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 11:48 am
 Top
Needless to say, things had gone straight to hell in a flying tin can.
Following a thoroughly uneventful patrol, it was an extremely angry Top that stormed back into the Tower and through the lobby, scattering low level bots and the odd citizen alike in his wake- anyone who spent any sort of time in the Tower knew to stay clear of any Robot Master wearing that kind of expression- only stopping once he reached the elevator and started jabbing repeatedly at the button like it had personally wronged him.
Finally, after a tense, impatient wait the elevator arrived, and then after an equally tense, impatient ride, it opened to his floor, and with a push he sent himself rolling into the middle of his main room, tugging his helmet off and tucking it under his arm- great, his hair was a disaster now, too- then shedding his gauntlets and dropping them carelessly to the floor behind him as he went.
Top really liked his room- it was mostly finished now, a large portion of the floor done in durable hardwood and two of the walls covered in mirror panels so he could critique himself as he practiced, or invented new moves. His studio was probably his favorite place in the world.
Not even being home was enough to make him feel better right now, though. He was having trouble thinking of anything that hadn’t gone unspeakably wrong lately: low-level bots were dropping all around, General Bass was still half a bot, the rebel responsible was apparently a ******** ninja for all that anyone was having any luck finding the b*****d…
General Proto and Spark were missing, and they still couldn’t find them.
He’d been up and down the city constantly since the disappearances, two units of uneasy snipers at his back, and they hadn’t found anything.
With a vicious, wordless shout he whirled around and threw his helmet at the far wall, shattering two of the huge mirror panes. And that lapse, brief as it was, was all it took to open the proverbial floodgates.
What ensued was a vicious, petty rampage that ripped through just about every belonging he had, and nearly half an hour later left him hissing in air through clenched teeth in the center of the disaster zone that was previously his space.
And that was when the cracked flatscreen on the wall flickered to life.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 4:56 pm
 Nireill
The loud voice and dusky face that now filled the screen was definitely not the usual news.
The first part of the feed honestly just left her confused- what on earth was this about needing freedom from tyrannical robots? She hadn't seen anything like that at all, the only robots she'd seen had just been going about doing their jobs- and useful jobs, at that! Except maybe Glitch, but he was just awesome, and had been super helpful anyways.
Then the camera focused behind the strange audio, and her hands flew up to cover her horrified gasp. What had they done to that poor person!
The words that accompanied the images weren't any better- disposed of? And she'd never heard of a Bass, but General Proto was someone Glitch had told her about, he couldn't be a bad guy! And even if he were, you didn't do things like that to people, you tried them and put them in prison, not torture them!
Tears started to well up in her eyes, scared and overwhelmed. Why would someone do that!? What was going on here!?
Eventually, someone (she didn't even notice if it was just another citizen, or an official of some sort) recomended that everyone returned to their homes, and started herding them away.
Nir went without much fight- she wasn't sure where the coordinates the video gave were, probably far away, but all the same she didn't feel very safe in the streets right now.
Anyways, there was a screen just across the street from her room.
And so the rest of the day she spent like that, peering out her window at the large screen on the building opposite, waiting for it to deliver more news on whatever was happening.
If it ever did, it was long after she'd fallen into a fitful, worried rest, still curled up at the window.
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