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Post by Bowen Aero on Sept 13, 2012 0:03:17 GMT -5
She stood for a moment. She knew this was the book her father yearned for during his days in the lab. She also knew she could no longer give it to him now. But that did not matter anymore. Her father always came first in her life. He was all that mattered to her. He still is. With the book cradled in her arms, she quietly followed Chao to her home. Or, more likely, what is left of it...
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Sept 14, 2012 9:14:33 GMT -5
Fatman was still searching the now relatively empty streets for Bass when his Gustaff's radio recievers crackled with life. The voice on the other end was REI. "REI to Fatman, can you hear me?" His artificial voice buzzed a bit over the radio; a soft buzz, like a white-noise generator was active in the background. "Remember the veteran pirates Skye was telling us about? We found them."
Fatman halted his Gustaff for a brief moment, and flicked a switch. The com lines were now open on two-way channels. "This is Fatman speaking. So you've found them, eh? I'd be careful if I were you guys. Air pirates of any kind can be bad news if you don't know how to handle them, so make sure you've got everything you need before you try and take them down."
He sat his Gustaff on the end of a bench, tilting the pile of newspapers--and the sleeping Robot Master under them--to slowly slide down by his side. "Still," Fatman continued, "I have my utmost faith in you and Anima to do what must be done. Good luck, you guys; I'll leave my com lines open in case you need to contact me further."
With that, the Gustaff sat up from the bench, and looked down to the side. Sure enough, Bass was now upside-down, his legs drooped over the back of the bench. "There you are!" Fatman cried out in joy. "I've been looking for you for what seems like months, you black-armored buffoon!"
He grabbed Bass' left leg with his right arm and dangled the Robot Master in front of the Gustaff like it was nothing. Slowly, Bass started to wake up and realize what was going on. "Zuh... what th...? Hey, hey! Let me go!"
Bass pointed his Buster at the Gustaff. "I said, LET ME GO, you overgrown garbage can, or so help me I'll unload a lifetime of plasma-powered pain on you!"
"You probably couldn't even scuff the anti-beam coating on this Gustaff's armor," Fatman replied...
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Post by Dashe on Sept 14, 2012 9:44:46 GMT -5
Bass wouldn't admit that Fatman was probably right. "You're lucky I was having a really great day up until just now, or you'd be wiping yourself and your puny excuse for a robot suit off the pavement." he grumbled, uncrumpling the printed screenshot and all but shoving it up Fatman's nose. "I don't see you in Mega Man Legends 3! I really don't blame you for looking for me," he added with a smirk. "So, what was it that you needed? An autograph? A plastic baggie of metal filings from my armor to put in your Bass shrine? I haven't got all day, you know..."
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Sept 14, 2012 14:09:51 GMT -5
"Well, the long and short of it is," Fatman said, "You've been accused of murder. Well, not so much 'murder' as 'skinning a human boy alive and wearing his flesh as a tacky Halloween costume', which to me rings as bad as murder."
His Gustaff's optics zoomed in on the paper. "Ah, yeah, and I read about that. Nice placeholder for the player model, huh?" The Gustaff set Bass down. "Still, that's beside the point. Dashe wants you to surrender and offer yourself to the authorities immediately," Fatman fibbed (at least, he thought it was a fib, because he didn't know the whole story). "If you come in quietly, we might clear you of the murder charges, which to me seem trumped up anyway; You're a Robot Master, not a Reploid, you're still bound by the Three Laws of Robotics as far as I know, so you can't have KILLED anyone."
The Gustaff leaned into Bass' ear-thingy. "Maiming them and scaring the tar out of them's not out of the question, though, is it? You can tell me, I keep secrets well."
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Post by Kyle on Sept 14, 2012 14:39:59 GMT -5
Kyle let out a heavy sigh. Dashe's announcement didn't help change the fact that he'll probably have to climb up the stairs on the way out. Removing his hands from his buttocks, he stumbled towards her. "Okay. That is genuinely weird. Gotta' love how the sign is made of plywood, too. Definitely the Capcom standard of quality for something MegaMan-related."
Soon after, a rimshot-like noise descended from the shadowy staircase. Kyle, after letting out some stiff laughter, slowly began to open the door.
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Sept 14, 2012 16:07:47 GMT -5
"OK, let's head to the mansion. By the way, Tamashi, this is Ezo. He's...he's a friend of mine," Chaotic said, while going from a slow walk to a power walk to the mansion. "Um...you know...I have-" Chaotic interrupted Ezo before he could finish. "Then again, we could use your mech, right, Ezo?" Ezo nodded while smiling; he and Chaotic piled into Ezo's mech. "Guess we don't have to waste our time walking after all, Tamashi. Let's go..." Chaotic said, smiling, although he knew facial expressions didn't matter to her.
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Post by Bowen Aero on Sept 15, 2012 0:20:32 GMT -5
She sat alongside Chao, and looked at his face. A smile... Something she knew she could never accomplish, and no longer had any hope of learning how to, so she decided not to even attempt it. She hugged the book close to her heart, as that was what her father has always told her what normal humans do with something precious to them.
Precious... What an odd word... Now, what did father always associate that word with again...? Ah yes... I remember... I don't quite understand what it means, but that word... That word was...
"...'Love'..."
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Post by Dashe on Sept 16, 2012 0:27:01 GMT -5
Bass recoiled.
"...Placeholder...?" He trailed off, thoughts racing through his mind. No, it couldn't be true! Everyone with even so much as a speck of good taste wanted Bass to be featured prominently in Mega Man Legends 3!
Then it hit him that he was being charged with some very serious offenses, and whether or not he'd made it into Mega Man Legends 3 was probably not the most important thing he ought to be thinking about. He frowned and continued, "Anyway, I'm not hiding any kind of human mutilation plot! You've got the wrong guy, really! The only human flesh I was ever wearing was a REAL cheap halloween costume! If that psycho gunman hadn't completely decimated the evidence out in the fields I'd have real proof for you and your crazy boss too!"
He tried his hardest to put on a sincerely innocent looking face, but it was easier said than done considering he'd been designed to look threatening.
Kyle found himself face-to-face with twelve Japanese businessmen. The only one he recognized was Capcom's CEO, Kenzo Tsujimoto, who was swilling a glass of wine and looking a bit smug. He said something in Japanese and a few lines of yellow English text appeared superimposed over him as he did.
"Wow. I never knew MMLS City had a subtitle function." Dashe remarked. "I really hope that one works both ways. My Japanese is about as good as my interpretive dancing."
"Good afternoon, administrator of MMLS City and Newly Registered Citizen." Tsujimoto greeted them. "I understand you've come into possession of the only Mega Man Legends 3 Prototype cartridge circulating within the general public."
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Post by Kyle on Sept 16, 2012 12:46:07 GMT -5
Kyle decided to be civil with his response. Although Tsujimoto wasn't exactly on good terms with the Mega Man community, it didn't warrant any reason to be rude.
"Prototype? What, like a 3DS cartridge? I tend not to carry those things around, so you must be mistaken... " he explained, slowly looking towards Dashe. "Unless... Wait a second. Don't tell me you've been carrying it around? Do you have any idea how big a lawsuit they could file against you?! I am disappoint."
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Post by Dashe on Sept 16, 2012 17:14:13 GMT -5
"Well, uh, the lizard gave it to me. Or maybe it was his lawyer. I have a lot of trouble keeping track of OCs." Dashe admitted. "I think it was a weird thing about the lizard's crazy brother stealing it and the lawyer got it back. I don't know. I've been trying to block that part of today from memory. But yeah, I've got it. Right here, in my..." She glanced down at the spot where the cargo pocket of the janitor's jumpsuit would have been, and then realized she'd left the jumpsuit back in the library when she'd changed...with the Prototype in it!
"Oh no, I think I left it back in the library!" She exclaimed, the color draining from her face. "If anybody else got a hold of it..."
"If anybody else gets a hold of it, we will sue your entire city for copyright infringement and have it removed from the face of the earth! We do not want anybody outside the industry playing that game in advance and need it returned to us immediately. Mega Man and all its subseries are property of Capcom of Japan!" One of the unidentifiable businessmen exclaimed in Japanese with the subtitles translating loud and clear.
"So much for this day getting any better," Dashe sighed.
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Sept 16, 2012 21:25:45 GMT -5
Ezo began driving toward the mansion, and all three passengers, naturally, were silent for a while. While Chaotic found talking to be awkward, he found creepy silence to be even more awkward, so tried to start a conversation. With Ezo of course. He figured talking to Tamashi would either be like talking to a brick wall or a robot. Yeah, a robot... "So...um...you're smart, right?" Chaotic banally asked. "Uh...yeah, I guess so?" Ezo answered with the same enthusiasm. "You've met Dashe?" Ezo sighed. "...Yes." "Nice person..." "Who hates OCs..." "Go figure...I like Dashe, but I don't know a single person who doesn't hate at least one thing I like." "You know, she has the MML3 Prototype." "Does she, now? I saw Dashe a while ago dressed as a janitor. Funny. I think I even saw the prototype in her pocket. You know, a box shaped object. She took off the suit before she left, I'm sure..." Ezo began to sweat slightly. "...Um...and...well...I never actually saw her 'take it out...'" Chaotic finished, adding air quotes around "take it out." "S-Sagacious of you, indeed...should we maybe return it before...oh, I don't know...the city is sued!?" Ezo said, while stopping the mech instantly. Chaotic sighed and got a laptop out of his backpack. "Ezo, you return the prototype to Dashe. I'll take Tamashi to Bowen's mansion." Chaotic withdrew a Charizard and a Salamence from his PC box and let them outside. "But...Dashe hates me. For no reason." Ezo said, rolling his eyes. Chaotic shrugged. "Just tell her I sent you. She likes me. I've actually apologized for my less-than-five-word-post infractions." Chaotic got out of the mech with Tamashi. Ezo shrugged and drove back toward the library. "Well...I'll ride the Charizard, and you'll ride the Salamence. If you're OK with that."
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Post by Bowen Aero on Sept 19, 2012 2:31:18 GMT -5
She did not mind, nor did she care. The Salamance's smooth design did not bother her anyways. She sat on its back, hugging her knees to her chest just as she remembers from during her time floating in the Bacta Tank she was developed in.
Something in her mind told Tamashi to bring the book to her father. She cannot tell what it was, though...
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Sept 19, 2012 12:58:29 GMT -5
The Gustaff was still for a moment. Inside, Fatman had taken a pensive pose while listening to Bass. He finally spoke:
"...Alright, I guess I believe you, at least. But it's not my authority you're seeking here, it's Dashe's. I still have to recommend you come in with me, turn yourself over to Dashe, and let her pass judgement. I guess I'm gonna have to speak on your behalf, so if it's any consolation, yeah, I'm on your side now."
Fatman shook his head. Boy, oh boy, he thought to himself, this was getting pretty complicated.
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Post by Dashe on Sept 19, 2012 19:39:23 GMT -5
"Good, at least someone in this pathetic excuse for a city has some sense." Bass replied. "Go on and take me to your leader. I left my map in my other...er...pants...it'd be in that questions, comments, and complaints building, right? Or do I have to send one of those messages?"
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Post by Kyle on Sept 20, 2012 14:37:09 GMT -5
"That sucks." Kyle muttered. "Well, unless you've got any legal loopholes in mine, I'd highly recommend getting that Prototype back, Dashe!" he said, bolting towards the door. "If you don't mind, I'm going to take the elevator back up. Those stairs are a nightmare!"
Once outside, he ran to the elevator control panel and pressed the button for the sub-basement. Thankfully, nobody had taken the elevator back up, so the doors immediately opened. After a mundane few seconds inside of the moving box, he found himself in a familiar hallway with a Cokebot loitering in the corner. "Hey, Cokebot!" he yelled. "If you see Dashe, pass on a message for me, would you? Tell her that I've gone off to the library. Thanks!"
By the time the Cokebot could even turn it's CRT monitor head around, Kyle was already gone.
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