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Post by Dashe on Sept 20, 2012 18:26:44 GMT -5
The Cokebot glared at Kyle. "Unauthorized use of Staff-Only elevator by Citizen in restricted zone!" It bleeped aloud, slowly rolling after the preoccupied newb, who was steadily gaining distance. "Halt, Citizen Kyle. You are hereby being written up for a violation of Major Infraction number..."
But by then Kyle was already out of earshot.
Loken and Jenny arrived inside the cardboard cut out of a mansion that Bowen called home, and apparently kept his science projects. "Look Jenny, over there. Bowen's stone body is still here. I figured cokebots would have hauled it off to the Land of the Banned by now. I feel a little sorry for him. I think Dashe may have stepped out of line. I mean he'll be stone forever... unless we take him off the island! What do you think?"
"I think I have a better idea..." Jenny said with an uncharacteristically bloodthirsty smirk as she reduced Bowen's statue to rubble with her Z-saber. The 7-Uploids that were still mindlessly shuffling around the mansion didn't seem to take much notice.
Loken sat there mouth a gape for a moment. "I ah... guess Dashe is more tame than I thought. I don't suppose taking him off the island will help now..."said Loken in a low terrified whisper. He wasn't so sure he liked what he was getting into.
"What? She did say she wouldn't bat an eyelash if some kind of accident happened to Bowen..." Jenny hummed nonchalantly, unaware that her voice was starting to drop again. "Come on, we need to find that basement lab and destroy it. It'd be a lot easier than figuring out where it's getting its power and deactivating it the long way. This place is nothing but a giant set piece anyway." She glanced over at Loken, leading the way down the nearest hall, looking for some way into the basement. "We can't just sit around here. What if the guy had friends looking for him?"
And with that, Jenny grabbed Loken by the tie and dragged him along for the ride. For a teenaged girl she sure was strong. Finally, after a few minutes of searching, they found the passage into the basement and scrambled downstairs.
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Sept 20, 2012 19:39:24 GMT -5
After flying for a few minutes, Chaotic and Tamashi arrived outside the mansion. Chaotic went inside, knowing Tamashi would follow him without a word. What he expected to see there was Bowen's statue, just lying there, waiting to be taken to the Island of the Banned. But he was greeted with something much worse. Much, much worse. There was Bowen's statue, right there-the powdery stone remains of it. Chaotic skipped the surprise and skipped the sadness, and went straight to anger. Who could've done this? Not even Dashe would've done something so sacrilegious. Not even Dashe. And Chaotic's lawyer logic wasn't helping him figure out who did it, either.
Destroying the statue was practically murder, considering it could've been revived. Chaotic wasn't the type to get revenge, but he figured this was the final straw. He had his strongest pokemon ready and walked around the mansion, not afraid to attack who or whatever he saw. As for Tamashi...he tried not to think about how she'd react. Unless, of course, she really was a robot...
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Ezo arrived at the library, but nobody of particular interest was around. He went inside the janitor's closet and saw that someone had hung the suits up, but, luckily, left everything in the pockets. He, relieved, sighed and took the prototype out. Now all he had to do was either find Dashe or wait at the library, hoping she'd remember where she left it. He found a good book to read and chose the latter.
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Post by Bowen Aero on Sept 20, 2012 20:55:11 GMT -5
Tamashi wandered about the lobby, looking at the damage her dead brothers have caused to her home. As she wandered in search for her father, she did not notice stepping over the stone dust that was her father. Completely oblivious of her father's presence in the form of chalkdust, she continued her search, heading in the direction of her room, a place of pure white walls. The only thing that was there was a single Chest, with a silver color and lavender circuitry. She knelt down at the Chest, and opened it to item it contained. A small heart-shaped vial, filled with a dark red liquid. The cork was tied to a string that looped like a necklace. Tamashi held the vial to the light, and watched as the liquid swirled within. This liquid was something that brought her into existence, something she called...
"Life..."
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Post by Kyle on Sept 22, 2012 15:34:24 GMT -5
After a brisk sprint, Kyle had finally arrived back at the MMLS City library. Once inside, he leaned against the wall in order to catch his breath. "Jeez. I should really try to exercise some more!" he panted. "Now. Where's that janitor's closet again?"
Taking a few seconds to survey his surroundings, he noticed a familiar-looking door. However, it was slightly ajar. Biting his lip in suspense, he slowly walked towards it. "This had better be Dashe's doing. The last thing I need right now, is to deal with a belligerent janitor that's extra peeved because of his recently-misused equipment!" he thought to himself.
One uncharacteristic (and completely unnecessary) door-kicking later, he found himself inside of the closet. Thankfully, nobody was home, but after quickly searching of the room, Kyle was unable to locate the Prototype. Disgruntled to the max, he stormed outside, slamming the door behind him.
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Sept 25, 2012 20:07:48 GMT -5
"No, that's actually not necessary. My Gustaff's got a minimap, I can lead us there," Fatman replied.
After a short walk, they arrived at the Questions, Comments & Complaints Building. Fatman got out of his Gustaff, and after fending off some rather poignant insults about his choice of fashions--geez, doesn't ANY Robot Master like Hawaiian shirts?--they were both walking up to the Administrative Services window.
A lone Cokebot was positioned at the window. "Hi, this is urgent business," Fatman explained. "Bass wants to turn himself over to clear his name, he's been suspected of harm upon some civilians but it really didn't happen. Can you have Dashe meet us here, if she's available?"
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Nov 6, 2012 20:56:26 GMT -5
Ezo noticed that someone entered the janitor's closet then stormed off, very angry for some reason. He wasn't positive if the guy could've been trusted, but...it was likely, since he knew where the prototype was in the first place. Ezo ran after him and stopped him before he could get too far.
"Um...excuse me, but were you looking for this-I mean, something? Something that should really be returned to Dashe?" Ezo asked, somehow being vague yet specific at the same time.
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Post by Kyle on Nov 15, 2012 13:56:26 GMT -5
Upon being asked the question, Kyle turned around to face the strange-looking, yet familiar man. "Dude, why are you beading around the bush like that? I know exactly what you're talking about, so you can drop just that cloak and dagger stuff." he said, unenthusiastically extending his arm to receive the prototype that was in Ezo's possession. "Now! I'll be taking that prototype of yours, if you don't mind."
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Nov 15, 2012 14:17:39 GMT -5
Ezo smiled as he handed the man the prototype. "It's your problem now...See ya." Without anything else to do, Ezo walked back into the library to finish reading that book he had started, not really caring about what happened to the prototype anymore.
Shortly after, Zado also arrived at the library and, daydreaming, accidentally bumped into Kyle. He seemed to be bumping into a lot of people lately. "Um...P-pardon me, sir." Zado sighed. He had absolutely nothing to do, so he nonchalantly asked, "Is...there anything I can do for you?"
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Post by Kyle on Nov 30, 2012 14:49:48 GMT -5
Kyle cocked an eyebrow. Never before had a complete stranger asked him if there was anything that he needed doing. "Uh.... Nope. Thanks for for the offer, though...?" he said, rubbing his right temple in confusion. It was a weird and to be perfectly honest, quite an awkward situation. In an attempt to stifle his obvious discomfort, Kyle decided to eject himself from the conversation altogether; "Sorry, but I'm kinda in a rush. I'll need to be leaving now. It was nice meeting you!"
Kyle then dashed out of the library's lobby and made his way back to the Rules and Introductions building. Once inside, his zipped his way back to the Staff-Only elevator, pushed the disgruntled Cokebot aside, and pressed the sub-basement button. During the elevator's descent, he figured that it'd be a good idea to double-check his belongings. He reached into his pockets and took out the Prototype, as well as the plasma pistol that he had received a few hours ago. "Huh. Forgot I had this," he muttered to himself.
Suddenly, the elevator gave a quick shake, signalling that it had reached the sub-basement. Kyle stepped out of the magical moving box, holstered his gooey-green weapon, and backtracked to the... weird meeting room with Capcom employees.
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Post by Dashe on Nov 30, 2012 20:29:28 GMT -5
The Cokebot looked at Fatman and Bass and replied, "The administrator is currently in this building's basement. There is a 99.9% chance that she is currently attending to the unauthorized new user who has just accessed the elevator in violation with the terms and conditions set forth in his or her registration forms. I will queue your request with the others."
"Thank god you made it back alright." Dashe whispered, taking the prototype from Kyle once he re-entered the meeting room. "These geezers were giving me the stinkeye this whole time."
Tsujimoto cleared his throat. "I resent that remark," he stated in Japanese, oblivious to the yellow English text hovering in front of him. "Please hand over the prototype before we take legal action."
"Take it. Please. I have had enough drama for the day and I certainly don't want it to end with me getting sued and this whole place going up in smoke." Dashe blabbered.
The second it was in Tsujimoto's hands, he pulled the 3DS cartridge out of the case and snapped it in half with his fingers. "There. We're finally rid of that maverick Inafune's pet project once and for all." He stated, with no expression at all on his face. He turned to his cronies. "Alright, now we can increase our budget for Super Street Fighter 4 Ultra Hyper Gamma Deluxe Edition 2.0 and three quarters!"
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Dashe was at a loss for words. Maybe letting all of MMLS City go up in smoke was the way to go with this one. Too late for that now!
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Dec 1, 2012 9:05:15 GMT -5
Fatman almost looked relieved, if not for the sharp stinging sensation he felt jolt through his heart. What was the name for that sensation again? He knew he had heard it before.
Oh. Oh wait, now I remember, Fatman said to himself. That's the sensation of PAIN.
He clenched his heart, as if he was having a heart attack, and leaned on Bass' shoulder for a moment. "Hey, watch it!" Bass said, before realizing what was going on. "Oh, wait, hold on, man, are you alright?"
"I felt a great and terrible sensation in The Force," Fatman said in wheezing gasps, "As if hundreds of Megaman fanboys' dreams were suddenly silenced in an instant."
It was then that he collapsed on the floor, feeling numbness everywhere and his vision going black.
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Post by Kyle on Dec 1, 2012 16:14:56 GMT -5
"Well. That sucks." Kyle remarked, stretching his arms in the air and turning his head towards Dashe. "Hey, uh, are you feeling alright?"
He then began to snap his fingers in front of Dashe's eyes. His attempt to bring her back to reality was quickly met with a jab to the face. "I'll take that as a 'maybe'." he muttered, using his index finger to check for any dental destruction. "You'll turn a man into stone with absolutely no hesitation, but the second that prototype is snapped in half, you seize up, huh? Looks like somebody is sentimental."
Again, he received a jab to the face. The Japanese businessmen continued to spectate with both a confused and sadistic look in their eyes.
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Post by Dashe on Dec 1, 2012 18:34:48 GMT -5
Dashe cracked her knuckles and shook off the daze. "Oh, right!" She exclaimed, fumbling for the banhammer. "I can do that. I really hope these guys don't have subtitles of our conversations. In any case, these stuffy old men could certainly use a good permaban."
She ran up to whallop the stuffiness out of Kenzo and friends, but the banhammer bounced off of the CEO of Capcom's noggin like it was nothing, with zero effect. They looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.
"What was that?" One of the others asked Tsujimoto.
"I dunno. It tickled a little. Come on, let's go. We need to reassign the entire dev team to other projects before the consumers get involved in some crazy scheme to try and revive the project." Kenzo muttered. The entire team of businessmen did an about-face and escaped through a door on the other side of the room.
Dashe ran after them, but found herself faceplanting an invisible barrier about halfway through the weird secret area. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF." She uttered as she repeatedly tried to bust through with the banhammer. "Why isn't this doing anything?! We're still in MMLS City, aren't we? All we did was go down!"
"Hey? HEY!" Bass shouted, slapping Fatman in the face without even bothering to check for vital signs. The chances of him even knowing what to look for are slim. "You can't just die on me now! You need to bail me out of trouble when the boss shows up so I can star in Mega Man Legends 3!"
The Cokebot behind the desk stared at the scene before it, attempting valiantly to process what was going down, but its processors were too old and crappy.
Bass heaved a sigh. He still hadn't been able to find Zero and rub his victory in his partner-in-crime's face. He didn't even have to do anything and there it was, Mega Man Legends 3, starring the Unbreakable, Unshakable Bass. He liked the sound of that.
There was always that PM system everyone was raving about. What did Zero name himself again? Jen something? JenJenChan? He shot off a PM and attached a copy of the screenshot. "In your face, pretty boy!" It said. "Guess who's starring in Legends 3? This guy! Mission accomplished...for ME!" He hit send. If he was going to end up with the boss thinking he murdered Fatman, then he might as well get his gloating in now while he still had the chance.
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Dec 1, 2012 20:30:49 GMT -5
A few hours later, Tabor opened his eyes...and realized he had fallen asleep while thinking about Dashe's paralyzing eyes. He looked around, but saw nothing but the city and the silence around it. Tabor's mind immediately shifted to the trial. He'd have to thank Igiaro later, but he felt like he had to apologize for what he'd done - for both the prototype "theft" and the tampered crime scene. He knew he had to apologize to Dashe - no matter how bitter the response - but, more importantly, he had to apologize to Ezo. And that would be hard. Ezo always cried during heartwarming moments. It always made Tabor feel awkward.
As he flew around the city, scanning for Ezo's mech, he thought of something - if Tabor didn't do it, who did kill the man at sea?
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Dec 12, 2012 17:16:56 GMT -5
Fatman lay there for about a minute after Bass started freaking out. And then he opened his eyes and sat up screaming at the top of his lungs, loud enough to be heard not-very-faintly in the basements.
---In Fatman's mind, as he fainted...---
"Oh god, this hurts."
Fatman fell to his knees on the floor of the landscape in his mind, which looked as if it had come from a simply-done indie game from a fat Swedish guy with a beard and snazzy hat. Sitting on what looked like a couch made of wooden stairs and picture frames was another Fatman, wearing a white Hawaiian shirt that contrasted with the kneeling Fatman's red shirt.
"Get over here and do something, already," Said a third Fatman in a blue shirt, who kneeled down to help the one in pain. White-Fatman rolled his eyes. "I've seen this before, man, we know what happens next. Something Fatman's been waiting to play goes out of his reach, or he runs out of food, or his favorite Diamond Pickaxe is accidentally thrown into lava by his hamhands accidentally pressing "Q" instead of "A" to sidestep it," White explained. "You know what we have to do."
A fourth Fatman, this one in a yellow Hawaiian shirt, looked up from his 3DS. "Hey, keep it down, I'm trying to finish Chapter 9 in Uprising. Cleveland won't let Fatman live it down, I've got a strategy to cook up."
"Fine," Blue replied. "Hey, Fatman. If you don't stop being a drama queen, Dashe will hold your funeral like an episode of Glee, complete with a bunch of smarmy teenagers singing 'I'm Not Alright' by Shinedown in acapella and Dashe dressed up as Sue Sylvester."
Red-Fatman stopped for a moment and mumbled, "That doesn't make any sense, why would Dashe dress up as Sue Sylvester?"
---Outside Fatman's mind...---
And then he opened his eyes and sat up screaming at the top of his lungs, loud enough to be heard not-very-faintly in the basements. He grabbed Bass by the arm, while still screaming, and dragged the Robot Master with him through the staff booths--crushing the poor Cokebot with their combined weight in the process--and down the nearby staff stairwell into the basements.
When he finally reached the bottom, he found Dashe coming out of the meeting room, still mighty angry about the Prototype, and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"WHY WOULD YOU DRESS LIKE SUE SYLVESTER?!?"
Silence hung in the air for a moment. "Oh, and I brought Bass with me too. I think I might've also stepped on the Cokebot at the front desk," Fatman explained. "Sorry about all this, I can have the Cokebot fixed in a day or so, but Bass here needs to be judged."
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