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@aceavianpilot
I’m alive?!
At least I think I am, lemme check.
Yep, pulse is still going.
Time to actually be active this time.
If you suddenly get a follow from me, it’s because I’m unfollowing everybody and refollowing them through SN’s masterlist.
Whistle Concert (Closed RP with aceavianpilot)
Something on the island had caught his attention immediately; the Concert Hall. A fighting tournament with such a thing was… odd. Even more intriguing is that anyone could perform there. Proto Man wasn’t good at playing an instrument, but he was good at whistling, he supposed.
When he arrived, it was in silence as the concert seemed completely barren; that was a good thing, since Proto Man wasn’t intending to perform in front of a bunch of strangers. He visited the Concert Hall out of intrigue, if anything else. He took of his helmet and held it under his arm before sitting down on the edge of the stage.
Then he started whistling a very familiar tune. Usually, it was one that signaled his arrival, but now it meant time for some peace and quiet.
Falco could usually be seen at any of the deserted places around the island, and the concert hall was no exception. The only times anybody would ever be there would be for an event. Well, that’s what he thought.
With a speaker blasting some heavy rock music, the bird casually struts into the concert hall through the door in the back. The moment he spots the boy in what slightly resembles Captain Falcon’s suit on stage whistling to himself, he immediately stops and pauses his music.
“Hey!” he shouts up at the stage. “Didn’t know Falcon had a son!”
His whistling stopped short as he heard footsteps approach him and his eyes darted over to Falco.
He quickly climbed off the stage and put his helmet back on. It seems that they thought he was someone else or, someone else’s… son. That made him noticeably tense up. He shook his head.
“Falcon? No, I’m… Proto Man.” He looked off to the side. “You’re one of the fighters participating here, aren’t you?”
“Proto Man...” He quickly put two and two together, jumping up onto the stage. “So you’re like that Mega Man - newcomer guy. I keep thinkin’ you guys are humans, you’re really life-like.”
“It’s alright if ya haven’t heard of me, you and your buddy are new here, after all” he said as a smug grin grew on his face. “The name’s Falco Lombardi, ace pilot of team Star Fox. Now what are ya doin’ whistling here all alone, shouldn’t ya be with the other robot kid?”
Whistle Concert (Closed RP with aceavianpilot)
Something on the island had caught his attention immediately; the Concert Hall. A fighting tournament with such a thing was… odd. Even more intriguing is that anyone could perform there. Proto Man wasn’t good at playing an instrument, but he was good at whistling, he supposed.
When he arrived, it was in silence as the concert seemed completely barren; that was a good thing, since Proto Man wasn’t intending to perform in front of a bunch of strangers. He visited the Concert Hall out of intrigue, if anything else. He took of his helmet and held it under his arm before sitting down on the edge of the stage.
Then he started whistling a very familiar tune. Usually, it was one that signaled his arrival, but now it meant time for some peace and quiet.
Falco could usually be seen at any of the deserted places around the island, and the concert hall was no exception. The only times anybody would ever be there would be for an event. Well, that’s what he thought.
With a speaker blasting some heavy rock music, the bird casually struts into the concert hall through the door in the back. The moment he spots the boy in what slightly resembles Captain Falcon’s suit on stage whistling to himself, he immediately stops and pauses his music.
“Hey!” he shouts up at the stage. “Didn’t know Falcon had a son!”
Let’s Take a Shot! (Closed RP with aceavianpilot)
timefortheclimax
Bayonetta looked back over at Falco, a bit surprised by his comment.
“Is that why you look so nervous, Feathers…?” she teased, raising her eyebrows.
“Is it truly a miss if I hit the exact spot that you did when you missed, or did we simply change targets?”
...
“Yeah, well, I don’t need your sass right now.”
He immediately turns around, back facing Bayonetta, and starts walking away.
“You’ll be seein’ me once I’ve improved. See ya later, hair lady.”
Let’s Take a Shot! (Closed RP with aceavianpilot)
aceavianpilot
That’s how.
“And I suppose you have your magic aim the bullets for ya too, huh?” he asked with a sarcastic tone. His demeanor suddenly became a lot more hostile without even so much as a pause. “Try this one out for size without your fancy magic.”
Flipping his blaster up into the air, he quickly pulled out his reflector again and dropped it into a clip on his boot.. The futuristic gun had been flipped at the right speed to land on the back corner, facing upwards at Falco. The moment it hit the ground, a laser shot out. In immediate response, he kicked the reflector, activating it and sending it out right in front of him, causing the laser to ricochet off another airborne projectile and land straight on the spot…
…left of the target. A new burn mark had appeared right next to the spot that had been shot at multiple times.
Bayonetta chuckled as soon as Falco made his remark. She immediately saw he was getting ahead of himself with this.
“Ooh, nice aim, feathers.” she mused, raising her eyebrows once more. “If you want me to take a shot without magic, all you have to do is ask..”
As soon as she finished speaking, she launched herself into the air with a spinning jump, firing one of her guns to her side. She made sure to only fire three times, each one ensuring that it’d hit Mr. Sandbag.
Of the three hits, two of them hit in the same old spot as before, creating quite the wound in the poor bag. The third shot, however, hit in the same spot that Falco’s new hit landed.
Threatening. He had to admit, her skills were beyond exceptional, but he just couldn't accept the fact that he might have underestimated the newcomer.
"Well, looks like ya missed! Seems we're on par with each other, what a shame. I was lookin' for somebody who was actually BETTER than me."
A drop or two of sweat could be seen on his head.
Let’s Take a Shot! (Closed RP with aceavianpilot)
aceavianpilot
Guns?! On her feet?!
That was a real kick to Falco’s ego.
He may have been visibly caught off guard, and quite dumbfounded at how somebody could pull a trigger without touching it, but he couldn’t give up this easily. Not when his pride was at stake.
He turned the blaster at himself, and quickly pulled out his reflector.
Activating the reflector and shooting the blaster at the same time, the laser shot out, bounced off his invisible force field, and yet again dealt a blow to the same spot between Mr Sandbag’s eyes.
“Falco Lombardi, ace pilot of Star Fox. I’d call it gifted with a side of years of practice. Now tell me, how in the WORLD are you shootin’ with high heels?!”
Bayonetta raised her eyebrows at Falco. She had to admit, that was a neat shot, but it certainly wasn’t better than what she had to offer.
“Oh my, ‘gifted’ with practice, you say..? How intriguing…” Bayonetta started, lowering her eyes at Falco.
“If you want to know how I can aim so well, call it a woman’s intuition, and a lust for a good battle. As for the heel guns…”
Bayonetta quickly jumped onto her hands, pointing both feet at Mr. Sandbag, and she kicked both feet repeatedly, shooting a gun from her heel with each kick, firing a total of four times.
“All it takes is some magic from a witch like me to activate these silly toys…”
That’s how.
“And I suppose you have your magic aim the bullets for ya too, huh?” he asked with a sarcastic tone. His demeanor suddenly became a lot more hostile without even so much as a pause. “Try this one out for size without your fancy magic.”
Flipping his blaster up into the air, he quickly pulled out his reflector again and dropped it into a clip on his boot.. The futuristic gun had been flipped at the right speed to land on the back corner, facing upwards at Falco. The moment it hit the ground, a laser shot out. In immediate response, he kicked the reflector, activating it and sending it out right in front of him, causing the laser to ricochet off another airborne projectile and land straight on the spot...
...left of the target. A new burn mark had appeared right next to the spot that had been shot at multiple times.
Let’s Take a Shot! (Closed RP with aceavianpilot)
aceavianpilot
“Well, you’ve found the right fighter.”
He immediately goes to make another shot, hitting, yet again, the same spot just between the eyes. Mr Sandbag is already starting to dent.
“I’ve been at these tournaments since nearly the beginnin’, I’d say I’m one of tha sharpest shooters here. I hafta say though, your aim is almost as good as mine. If ya don’t mind me askin’, where did ya learn?”
“Really….? How fascinating…” Bayonetta mused, listening to Falco’s explanation. He seemed like a rather confident opponent. Since she herself was confident and competitive, this was a good sign. She glanced down at her feet, indicating the guns on her heels.
Bayonetta quickly shot one leg forward, aiming at Mr. Sandbag, and began to fire out of the gun on her heel, hitting in, once again, the exact same spot between the eyes.
“So tell me, feather face, what do I call you and your ‘aiming’ skills?”
Guns?! On her feet?!
That was a real kick to Falco’s ego.
He may have been visibly caught off guard, and quite dumbfounded at how somebody could pull a trigger without touching it, but he couldn’t give up this easily. Not when his pride was at stake.
He turned the blaster at himself, and quickly pulled out his reflector.
Activating the reflector and shooting the blaster at the same time, the laser shot out, bounced off his invisible force field, and yet again dealt a blow to the same spot between Mr Sandbag’s eyes.
“Falco Lombardi, ace pilot of Star Fox. I’d call it gifted with a side of years of practice. Now tell me, how in the WORLD are you shootin’ with high heels?!”
Let’s Take a Shot! (Closed RP with aceavianpilot)
@aceavianpilot
Feeling the need for some practice, but wanting to stay close to “home,” Bayonetta decided to set up a small practice area near the Condo. It was just off the path, so anyone could see. Perhaps she felt like boasting her power.
She was given a strange sandbag from the receptionist when she asked about this–a strange, white bag with a pair of eyes. It didn’t appear to be living otherwise. Well, if it was, it wouldn’t be, soon.
To a nearby tree, Bayonetta strung up the sandbag. She playfully paced a good distance away, before turning around and aiming her guns.
“It’s too bad there’s no challenge, but this little set-up will be just pleasant.”
A bright blue light suddenly whizzes past the witch’s face and hits Mr Sandbag directly between the eyes. It hardly moves, only making a small burn spot.
“So you’re the new person, huh?”
Falco was only standing five feet behind her. He was walking out of his condo when he saw the newcomer shooting up a sandbag. He immediately jumped in at the thought of competition, one that he’s sure he would win.
“Cheeky…” Bayonetta started, winking at Falco. “You should always let a lady shoot first.” At that instant, she fired the gun in her left hand at Mr. Sandbag. Her bullet hit smack in the same exact spot that Falco’s hit.
“Since you’re asking, am I to assume you’re not new here? I’m sure then you have quite the experience shooting at other fighters here. Pray tell…”
“Well, you’ve found the right fighter.”
He immediately goes to make another shot, hitting, yet again, the same spot just between the eyes. Mr Sandbag is already starting to dent.
“I’ve been at these tournaments since nearly the beginnin’, I’d say I’m one of tha sharpest shooters here. I hafta say though, your aim is almost as good as mine. If ya don’t mind me askin’, where did ya learn?”
Let’s Take a Shot! (Closed RP with aceavianpilot)
@aceavianpilot
Feeling the need for some practice, but wanting to stay close to “home,” Bayonetta decided to set up a small practice area near the Condo. It was just off the path, so anyone could see. Perhaps she felt like boasting her power.
She was given a strange sandbag from the receptionist when she asked about this–a strange, white bag with a pair of eyes. It didn’t appear to be living otherwise. Well, if it was, it wouldn’t be, soon.
To a nearby tree, Bayonetta strung up the sandbag. She playfully paced a good distance away, before turning around and aiming her guns.
“It’s too bad there’s no challenge, but this little set-up will be just pleasant.”
A bright blue light suddenly whizzes past the witch’s face and hits Mr Sandbag directly between the eyes. It hardly moves, only making a small burn spot.
“So you’re the new person, huh?”
Falco was only standing five feet behind her. He was walking out of his condo when he saw the newcomer shooting up a sandbag. He immediately jumped in at the thought of competition, one that he’s sure he would win.
do you still want to eat falco?
“…maybe.”
“And maybe you should keep your gross, bird-eatin’ fantasies to yourself.”
Falco was not amused.
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Target Practice [OPEN]
Pushing the door completely open Samus looks over to the crate, “Sounds reasonable.” Don’t expect her to put any in front of the doors. being sure to shut the door behind her, she’s move over and grab a few bottles from said crate.
“Good.”
He then proceeded to close his eyes. “Don’t need t’hear where they are either, so keep it quiet.”
Target Practice [OPEN]
“…” He was about to let Samus go do… whatever she was doing, when an idea sparked. “Hey wait!” Falco shouted, hoping to catch her before she left. “I have a favor to ask ya!”
Should have closed it faster.
The door opened back up just a little, “What favor?” Might as well at least hear him out. It’ll be nice to have something to do instead of wondering around.
“Y’see these bottles over here?” He turned and pointed to the stack of crates sitting on the bench. “I need ya t’place every bottle from duh first crate all around duh room. And don’t tell me where they are, either. Need t’practice my reflexes.”
Target Practice [OPEN]
“And dat’s why I came at night. So I don’t shoot anybody” he huffed, turning off the music and putting the blaster back in his holster.
“What are ya even doin’ here, anyway? Came to ruin my alone time?”
“… I’m exploring. I apologize for interrupting your practice session.” She’s gonna slowly close the door… nothing ever happened.
"..." He was about to let Samus go do... whatever she was doing, when an idea sparked. "Hey wait!" Falco shouted, hoping to catch her before she left. "I have a favor to ask ya!"
Target Practice [OPEN]
“A target in front of the door isn’t exactly the best place for one ‘yknow’.” Samus had opened the door just enough to see Falco… Who does target practice this late…. okay sure some people do, but a target infront of the door? really?
“And dat’s why I came at night. So I don’t shoot anybody” he huffed, turning off the music and putting the blaster back in his holster.
“What are ya even doin’ here, anyway? Came to ruin my alone time?”
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Target Practice [OPEN]
Falco kicked open the door to the training gym, heaving multiple large crates of empty glass bottles, and a small stereo. Setting everything down on a workout bench, he quickly checked the time on his eyepiece: 11:38 PM. Figured nobody would be in here at this time. He detached the communicator (with MP3 functionality thanks to Slippy’s modifications) off his headset, plugged it into the stereo, and started blasting heavy rock music.
He quickly took all of the bottles out of the first crate and placed them all around the room. One on the shelf holding the weights, a couple around the treadmills, one balancing on top of the pull-up bar, one leaning against the door, and one simply laying on the floor a few feet away from him.
As soon as he reached the center of the room...
45° spin to the right, PEW, Pshh, first bottle broken.
180° spin to the left, PEW, Pshh, second bottle broken.
60° spin to the right, PEW, Pshh, third bottle broken.
Aiming for the bottle by the door, he watched as the doorknob turned, signifying someone was about to walk right into his shot. The graceful marksman bird instinctively turned his aim away just before he pulled the trigger, instead shooting the wall and leaving a small burn mark.
“Hey, walkin’ into my shot doesn’t really help my aim, yknow.”
