Post by Zorayda on Oct 13, 2010 23:32:36 GMT -5
"Master, I was wondering..."
Quick Man hovered by his creator's door, the red-and-yellow helmet gone and revealing blonde, messy locks. Synthetic, of course. Just the rest of the robot's body. Just like every one of Wily's creations.
Quick was tall and lanky compared to the other Wily bots. He had long limbs, shaggy, messy blonde hair, and cobalt-blue eyes. Quick was often found flirting with the local human girls around town when he wasn't doing Wily's work. Since his fight with Mega Man years ago, he'd burned his seemingly endless energy by running supplies back and forth for Wily, going out clubbing and dancing, and by running the track field at night, when nobody could identify him by his inhuman speed.
Quick went on. "Me and the other bots want to know if....maybe....we could have tomorrow off? It being Christmas and all...we like to participate in all the silly human traditions," the speedy robot explained, now nervous.
The old scientist grumbled with irritation and turned his head to glance at Quick Man.
"Yes, yes, just leave me alone," Wily snarled, covering up blueprints discreetly. Quick grinned and jumped up excitedly.
"Guys, we can go!" he shouted, and a resounding collection of whoops and yells came from out in the hallway. Snake Man, Elec Man, and Shadow Man were all already in civilian clothing. Snake wore a hunter green outfit, and his brown hair fell over one of his emerald eyes; Elec's platinum blonde hair spiked all over the place above hazel eyes and a colorful red-and-blue outfit; and Shadow wore his usual red scarf that covered everything but his violet eyes and black, long hair.
Quick grabbed elec around the shoulders and pushed impatiently. "Come on, let's go!" he shouted, and he dashed ahead of the others.
Wily took his blueprint out again, a greedy look shadowing his eyes. "It's just you and me, Zero...someday you'll be my perfect soldier..." The old scientist wheeled his way to a lab table and set his grizzled hands to work upon the metal alloys once again.
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Bass tromped along in his winter boots, the snow crunching below his feet. He had his favorite indigo scarf wrapped around his neck to keep him warm. Though why I have skin receptors for cold, I have no clue, Bass thought grimly. His mostly-black hair flew into his face in reaction to the cold, harsh, wind, and he shuddered with the unpleasant feelings.
I bet Wily's new invention won't have to feel any pain at all, the dark bot thought bitterly. Bass had walked into Wily's lab one day to see the old scientist working on a new chassis for a robot. Normally, this would have only slightly bothered Bass. Bass was constantly telling Wily that he was the best bot, that the others were useless and feeble compared to him. But this...this chassis looked fundamentally different. More complicated, more intricate, much more advanced. Bass watched for a few more moments before leaving, unnoticed by the old, wheelchair-bound scientist.
Bass remembered walking away at first, then coming to a jog, then dashing his way away from the lab. Betrayal. The man who was his creator was finished with him and considered him useless enough to build another, better, bot.
The brooding bot stuffed his hands into his black trench coat pockets, fuming still at the memory. Now he planned to go to Light or one of his bots to tell one of them of Wily's plans to build a more complicated robot.
"Something on your mind?"
The sarcastic tenor voice jolted Bass out of his thoughts so that he looked up. His crimson eyes met shaded ones.
"Don't tell me...looking for my little brother?" Blues asked. The android robot was wearing human clothing, like Bass was, but his signature scarf and shades were in place. It was the first time Bass had seen Proto Man--or Blues, as he was known in front of the human population--without his helmet and gear. Onyx tresses spiked forward and into Blues's face, contrasting sharply with his pale, synthetic skin.
"Like it's any of your business," Bass snapped, but composed himself. "I guess I could tell you. You visit them, don't you?"
Blues raised an eyebrow above his shades. "If you're talking about Light and my siblings, then yes, I do, on occasion."
A loud meow sounded and Bass looked down to see a green robot cat wind around Blue's leg. "Is it yours now, then?" Bass asked, not really all that curious, but asking all the same. Without waiting for the obvious answer, he continued. "Look, Wily's building something big. Looks like another android figure, but this one...this one looks far more advanced than anything else he's made...well, almost anything," Bass said, and his mouth twisted into a sour expression. "I'm not really on your side, but I don't really want Wily to win with something that's not me."
Blues seemed disinterested in this news. "I'll tell them," he said, and in a moment he teleported with his little pet cat. Bass was taken aback. Since when did Proto Man ever do anything anyone asked...?
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Dr. Light sat at his desk, gently rubbing his temples. So much work to do...and with his health failing him, he didn't know what he was going to do about the things he had left to do. He coughed violently, covering his mouth with his hand, only to pull it back and see spatters of blood on his fingers. He knew that he was dying. Thomas Light quickly rinsed his hand in the lab sink and turned on his intercom.
"Rock, Roll, come down please..."
Quick Man hovered by his creator's door, the red-and-yellow helmet gone and revealing blonde, messy locks. Synthetic, of course. Just the rest of the robot's body. Just like every one of Wily's creations.
Quick was tall and lanky compared to the other Wily bots. He had long limbs, shaggy, messy blonde hair, and cobalt-blue eyes. Quick was often found flirting with the local human girls around town when he wasn't doing Wily's work. Since his fight with Mega Man years ago, he'd burned his seemingly endless energy by running supplies back and forth for Wily, going out clubbing and dancing, and by running the track field at night, when nobody could identify him by his inhuman speed.
Quick went on. "Me and the other bots want to know if....maybe....we could have tomorrow off? It being Christmas and all...we like to participate in all the silly human traditions," the speedy robot explained, now nervous.
The old scientist grumbled with irritation and turned his head to glance at Quick Man.
"Yes, yes, just leave me alone," Wily snarled, covering up blueprints discreetly. Quick grinned and jumped up excitedly.
"Guys, we can go!" he shouted, and a resounding collection of whoops and yells came from out in the hallway. Snake Man, Elec Man, and Shadow Man were all already in civilian clothing. Snake wore a hunter green outfit, and his brown hair fell over one of his emerald eyes; Elec's platinum blonde hair spiked all over the place above hazel eyes and a colorful red-and-blue outfit; and Shadow wore his usual red scarf that covered everything but his violet eyes and black, long hair.
Quick grabbed elec around the shoulders and pushed impatiently. "Come on, let's go!" he shouted, and he dashed ahead of the others.
Wily took his blueprint out again, a greedy look shadowing his eyes. "It's just you and me, Zero...someday you'll be my perfect soldier..." The old scientist wheeled his way to a lab table and set his grizzled hands to work upon the metal alloys once again.
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Bass tromped along in his winter boots, the snow crunching below his feet. He had his favorite indigo scarf wrapped around his neck to keep him warm. Though why I have skin receptors for cold, I have no clue, Bass thought grimly. His mostly-black hair flew into his face in reaction to the cold, harsh, wind, and he shuddered with the unpleasant feelings.
I bet Wily's new invention won't have to feel any pain at all, the dark bot thought bitterly. Bass had walked into Wily's lab one day to see the old scientist working on a new chassis for a robot. Normally, this would have only slightly bothered Bass. Bass was constantly telling Wily that he was the best bot, that the others were useless and feeble compared to him. But this...this chassis looked fundamentally different. More complicated, more intricate, much more advanced. Bass watched for a few more moments before leaving, unnoticed by the old, wheelchair-bound scientist.
Bass remembered walking away at first, then coming to a jog, then dashing his way away from the lab. Betrayal. The man who was his creator was finished with him and considered him useless enough to build another, better, bot.
The brooding bot stuffed his hands into his black trench coat pockets, fuming still at the memory. Now he planned to go to Light or one of his bots to tell one of them of Wily's plans to build a more complicated robot.
"Something on your mind?"
The sarcastic tenor voice jolted Bass out of his thoughts so that he looked up. His crimson eyes met shaded ones.
"Don't tell me...looking for my little brother?" Blues asked. The android robot was wearing human clothing, like Bass was, but his signature scarf and shades were in place. It was the first time Bass had seen Proto Man--or Blues, as he was known in front of the human population--without his helmet and gear. Onyx tresses spiked forward and into Blues's face, contrasting sharply with his pale, synthetic skin.
"Like it's any of your business," Bass snapped, but composed himself. "I guess I could tell you. You visit them, don't you?"
Blues raised an eyebrow above his shades. "If you're talking about Light and my siblings, then yes, I do, on occasion."
A loud meow sounded and Bass looked down to see a green robot cat wind around Blue's leg. "Is it yours now, then?" Bass asked, not really all that curious, but asking all the same. Without waiting for the obvious answer, he continued. "Look, Wily's building something big. Looks like another android figure, but this one...this one looks far more advanced than anything else he's made...well, almost anything," Bass said, and his mouth twisted into a sour expression. "I'm not really on your side, but I don't really want Wily to win with something that's not me."
Blues seemed disinterested in this news. "I'll tell them," he said, and in a moment he teleported with his little pet cat. Bass was taken aback. Since when did Proto Man ever do anything anyone asked...?
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Dr. Light sat at his desk, gently rubbing his temples. So much work to do...and with his health failing him, he didn't know what he was going to do about the things he had left to do. He coughed violently, covering his mouth with his hand, only to pull it back and see spatters of blood on his fingers. He knew that he was dying. Thomas Light quickly rinsed his hand in the lab sink and turned on his intercom.
"Rock, Roll, come down please..."