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RubyProto
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"I am NOT a "good guy.""
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what the... a robot master? i thought they were extinct!
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He looked at the "new" Protoman. At the fith World attempt Wily produced a Protoman copy but this one didn't neither look like the real nor like the copy Protoman. "Err... You...kinda changed, haven't you?"
((My way of introducing myself รปu I'm the new one on the megaman roleplay! 
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hi there, i have an internet connection at my house now
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He jumps, seeming sort of paranoid. "Ohshiz. You again."
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eyh, Protoman, wily and I were thinking...and...YOUR FIRED!!!
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thought you could shake me off, hm? >u>;
Sooooo whats happeninnn.
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((... *posts new journal* :3))
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((Ok ok I'll be more specific dsgjhfdg...))
*looks at you with a confused look*
((correct me if Im wrong here >o>' )
Such a remote wasteland....You need assistance at all?
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((As far as what little plot development there's been so far, with so little "official" characters, XD the landscape changes for whoever's seeing it and their state of mind. So you probably wouldn't see a wasteland. I dunno, your choice really. XD))
"Well, you going away would help me a lot."
Oh boy. He's grumpy again. He managed to fix his arm... somewhat... but his communicator's still broken. Or isn't receiving a signal, but that makes no sense, since Wily built it to be able to connect from any place on the planet.
He doesn't want to think of the alternative.
And that makes him irritable. Really irritable.
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((Ooooh dshsg well I assumed that was like "IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY" so yeaaaahhh XDD))
Ive been hearing your mumbling for a while now...youre in a small town, not the outback o~o...I can help you. Are you trying to connect to the internet?....*laughs* fat chance doing that here!
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((I am also automatically enabling the rule that what you see is what your character gets - so it might end up that you see someone else walk through what you see as a wall and not be able to follow them. And vice-versa. :3
Also it's a city for Proto at the moment.))
"Small town?"
He looks a little... taken aback. "Well, if you consider this a small town even if it is destroyed and blown up and so on I probably wouldn't want to see one of your cities."
He glances around again, just in case, but yep, still crumbling sci-fi city. O' doom.
Internet? He tips his head to the side, still slightly confused, but... no. Internet won't help. His com doesn't work off wi-fi.
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(mkaayy))
well In my opinion its a small town...meh.
What do you need help with. Youre giving me a hell of a lotta worry o~o;
*she pokes him only to feel he is in fact one of those robots shes heard of*
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"There's nothing you can help me with. Not unless you can somehow get Wily's attention."
He jumps back at being poked, again glaring with much o' that fancy paranoia. "And now I suppose you're going to claim you somehow managed to steal a data-chip from inside me despite the fact that you obviously can't somehow smash through solid titanium in milliseconds without me noticing?" Oh, and the last bit is sort of mocking. Touchy little 'bot. Apparently something like that already happened not too long ago.
((Actually I have an idea. *begs shamelessly* Go sign up as the normal universe Doc Wily? So that there's lots of amusing misunderstandings? 8D))
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((wait wait sdhbdshg you want me to do what. as in ACTUALLY making an account or just for the role play's sake? XD; ))
*taps foot*
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((That's what this is isn't it? XD))
He ignores the tapping o' the feets, for he is no Nac Mac Feegle.
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He jumps quite amusingly and then reflexively shoots behind himself at you, which is not quite as amusing. Then he spins around.
"Don't do th - oh. It's you again."
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She glares, facepalming.
"Yeah. Thanks for shooting at me, is that how you greet all your friends? Oh, wait, you don't HAVE any friends. My bad."
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what they always say, and somehow they expect saying that to bother us. Maybe you shouldn't sneak up behind me?"
He crosses his arms. "So, going to say anything important this time, or will you continue being Miss Overly Mysterious?"
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She smirks.
"Why should I have to say anything important? You know, it's not like you're actually interested in what I could say anyway."
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He's glaring now, not that you can really tell.
"I'm bored. Humor me."
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She smiles almost maliciously.
"I'm human, I doubt you'd find me fun."
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(( Sorry this took so long, things sort of... happened. -.-; ))
He grumbles something unintelligible, then decides that this is in fact boring and turns to go.
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( :L Are you okay?)
She snorts and pulls at his scarf, taking it from him and walking away with it.
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((Yeah. It was... not fun, but it's in de past so... XD))
Only his scarf is wrapped and tied sort of tightly around his neck, so she ends up dragging him. He isn't very happy about that, needless to say.
He glares, then decides that maybe shooting her would make him feel better. Pointless violence has always worked well before. So he does.
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(Well, it's good to hear you're better now! <3)
"Lovely," she growls, rolling her eyes. "Shooting me is, in general, wholly ineffective."
Her tiny figure had allowed her to dodge his attack and she continued to drag the robot along. "Maybe I'll be nicer to you if you learn some manners."
She let go of his scarf and swiftly tied him to a tree, walking away.
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Proto was never really a fan of too many subtle things, so he decides to blast the tree too to get himself free. Even if he sees it as a lamppost instead, but that's not really important. Whatever it is, it's vaporized now.
And he absently shoots at her again, not really expecting to hit since he seems to always have such bad luck. At her back, in fact, but he never said he was a good person did he?
"I've never had much use for manners, thanks all the same."
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She cries out a little as she's hit, falling to her knees in a numb agony. "Augh, you douche..."
She lifts her shirt and looks at her hip, wincing as several severed cords fall from her wound's cavity.
"Good job breaking it, hero..." she stands, cords sparking, and disappears around the corner, glitching.
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Lifting a hand to his mouth, he shouts after her, "I prefer douchebag! It's more descriptive!"
He pauses for a moment. He wasn't quite expecting this one to be a robot, since he doesn't see much robots he doesn't already know, but anyway...
"Oh, and I'm not a 'hero' either! But thanks very much, I pride myself on my breaking-things ability!"
There. Now that that's taken care of...
...dammit. Now he's bored again.
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She twitches in agony, crying out.
As much as she'd have loved to retort, she was too busy short-circuiting to be bothered with the Wily bot. Not that she was one for revenge... he was interesting, but she's decided that her master's interest in Protoman was wholeheartedly unwarranted.
"Douchebag, then," she muttered to herself, pulling down her shirt.
Lifting herself up, she walked out of the alleyway, a limp to her gait.
She hoped to goodness she'd never have to see that yellow scarf ever again.
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((Ooh, fancy mysterious plot things. :3))
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(IKR XD)
Except, she DID see him again... she groaned and rolled her eyes. He was still standing at the spot she'd left him in, minus one tree.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF..."
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Proto is leaning against a wall, extremely obviously bored. Or possibly obviously extremely bored. Either way, he looks up at the sound only to see that other robot again, and grumbles something under his breath. Apparently he's not that bored.
He doesn't even bother to turn away, just pointedly does not look in her direction. According to him, this problem was already solved. If she decides to bother him again, then that's a new problem, but he'll handle that as it comes up.
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She snorts as she passes him, doing everything she can to appear as functional as she had been before.
Screw him - if he had beef with her, he could say it to his face.
"Asshat," she snarled as she traversed further up the road, before finally giving in to pain and falling to her knees, hissing with anger. "Goddamn..."
She looked back at him, glaring. "Thanks a bunch."
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"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome," he says, nonchalantly, still not paying enough attention to turn his head and look at her. "So, lemme guess, you have nothing better to do than pester me?"
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She snorts, glaring.
"If I had it my way, I'd never see you again. However, I'm injured, and you're the only one around. I hate to ask, but I need you to find me help. You're a fucking jerk, sure, but I don't think you'd leave me here. Though if I'm wrong, it proves a lot about what kind of robot you are."
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"Hm." Protoman finally turns his head to stare at her consideringly. "You really can't fix yourself up from a single blaster shot? Can't say I think much of your creator's abilities, then. I mean, sure, if it was a blast to the head..."
He trails off. He can only think of a few explanations, and almost all of them indicate negligence on the robot's creator. Maybe he built her with defenses so low that a single shot isn't repairable easily, which is a bad choice. Heck, maybe he even built her so she couldn't get to her insides herself, or didn't bother to teach her how. Stupid.
Whatever. Not his problem.
He gestures vaguely around. "Even assuming I wanted to help you for some reason, there isn't really any help around. There's only two people I seem to be able to find on a regular basis, and neither'd be able to help. Everyone else just pops out of thin air, quite literally. At utterly random intervals. Don't see how I can just conveniently summon one of those, especially not one who knows enough to fix you."
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She rolls her eyes. "I'm not about to die, but jeez, help would be nice. If I had a scanner and a few spare parts I'd be out of here. In case you haven't noticed, jerk off, I'm not an offensive robot. I have other abilities, but sadly, kicking your ass isn't yet one of them." She looks around and sighs. She couldn't see the eyes behind his shades but she was certain that whatever he was thinking, it didn't appear that he would hurt her again.
"Look, I'm just asking for some help. You did this to me, the least I could ask of you is just a tiny favor."
She coughed again, oil spilling onto the floor. "Of all the days to masquerade as a human..."
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He considers for a moment, then asks, "If I help you, will you tell me who your creator is?" It's always useful to know about any new roboticists, after all.
After a few more moments, he adds, "To be fair, I probably won't have any spare parts to lend you. Even if you are somehow lucky enough to be constructed from the same materials as me, which I doubt. But a spanner isn't a problem."
He casts a wary eye at the spilled oil, deciding that it doesn't look familiar.
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She nods, a grateful, thankful look replacing her usually cold, almost haughty expression. "That, I can do, sir," she agrees, wincing a little in pain. "Though I'd appreciate it if you hurried... I'd rather not lose too much more oil. Unless of course, you'd rather fix me yourself when I shut down."
She looks to her wound and pokes at it, sighing. "Please hurry. This kinda hurts."
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He unlatches a panel on his leg and fishes out a spanner, tossing it to her. "What else do you need? I probably won't have most of it, but if I do..."
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She catches the spanner, smiling. "Um... a sheet of metal. Thin, if you please."
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"See what you can do with this." He tosses a roll of vaguely pliable metal over. "It's not very thin, meant for patching armour after all, but..."
Maybe it's a little surprising he's decided to help, but... eh. He hadn't meant to damage her that badly, just enough to warn her to stay away. Of course, he'd calculated for heavier armour.
And he does want information.
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"Thanks," she mutters, beginning to patch herself up with her limited supplies. She sits on the ground for five minutes until she turns the final bolt, standing up and stretching. She smiles and swings her hips, feeling slightly better. "Thank you, uh..."
Did she even know his name?
She stops and hands him his tool back, looking away. "Just, thank you."
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He tucks the tool away for later use. Not that he's planning on get damaged, but you never know.
"Yeah, sure, you're welcome. Now... creator please?" he asks. Rather impatiently, really.
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She rolls her eyes. "Before I tell you, I'd like to know why you want to know."
She folds her arms, that familiar, almost uppity expression crossing her darkened face.
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Protoman's eyes narrow slightly as she crosses her arms.
"Because it's always useful for the Doc' to know what kind of competition he's going to have. Useful for me, too. I gather that your creator isn't building robots for combat, considering how bad your armour is, but it's still something good to know."
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