We're not hiding behind masks anymore

We used to be anonymous, we used to have anon magic but that power wasn't worth the price. Status: Everyone's fine. M!A: None. ((RP and ask blog for three Sonic fan characters that used to be anons.))

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“Yeah, what is this?  A superhero show on the CW?” Doctor Tyson asked, glaring directly at the fourth wall.

“I have no idea what that is,” Tyson of Earth ‘66 stated with a chuckle.  “While we’re waiting, just go about your normal day.”

Hanging around this weird place didn’t seem all that bad, maybe he could get Tina to introduce him to that nice FrankenTyson she told him about earlier. He just hoped that there wouldn’t be too long of a wait.

“Alright doc. Can anything you might have to do to me, even just something as small as a scan, be effected by having a full stomach? Only food Trojan gave me was half a bowl of some cheap dry pet food I didn’t touch.”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“Yeah that leaves a problem.  True that Trojan can’t manipulate our tech, but it’s the same for us.  Sure we can jam Captain Cold’s ice gun, or prematurely launch Luthor’s jet boots in the middle of one of his long winded monologues, but Trojan is a Technopath as well.  We need to do things the long way around, instead of the direct approach we’re used to.  We can talk about that when we actually figure things out ourselves.”

“Imagine the look on his face when he tries it again and nothing happens.”

Holding his head he could feel a headache coming on as he braced himself against another, although smaller, shock that like the previous one did not escape his body. Though he did not think the electricity was the source of this pain.

“And is it just me or does it seem like we’re going in circles?”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“Definitely that’s the plan,” he nodded.  “It seems that most of your cybernetics apart from the machinations of our enemy are very well protected.”

“He’s an evil bastard but the’s still a Tyson and you all got some way with tech.”

Grabbing the hem of the ‘shirt’ the armadillo pulled it downward, straightening out any wrinkles he thought it may have had. Still not used to this whole suit thing but hopefully he wouldn’t have to wear it for long.

“I want you to tell me everything you plan to do and how you plan to do it, I don’t want to go under the knife unless I know everything you’re going to make happen, and everything that could happen.”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“We just ned some time to see what everything is connected to, figure out what’s causing the trouble, and how to reconnect everything.”

“As long as you can get it all out without ripping out any non-metal parts I’ll be fine. I’m sure you guys want to get it working again but if Trojan could control me using them, even if they really shouldn’t have worked like that, then he’s not the only one that can. Just seem like a liability to me, not like I really used them much anyway.”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“I’d have to make one myself,” he remarked, chuckling.  “Oh if Jervis could see me now.  He’d lose his mellow fast.”

Keeping his shell up he let that fashion Tyson do what they needed to do while he turned his attention back to the medical Tyson.

“What I really need is to get these metal parts taken out of me. So I can stop doing stop-gap measures like this suit. So what plans do you have for that, doc?”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“Looks good,” Dr. Tyson nodded.  “And no, nothing came out.”

“May need to tweak the absorbers a tad,” E’66 Tyson remarked, going to the back of the suit to fiddle around with the fibers.

Wanting to give him better access the armadillo lifted his dark grey shell up and off of his head, it almost looked like he was tipping it at first.

“Maybe I just need more coverage, like a hat on top of my head or something. Can this suit make one of those too?”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“You can’t go wrong with a suit,” Tyson of Earth ‘66 stated.  “Or maybe just the undervest and rolled up sleeves, nix the jacket.”

“A suit?”

Letting out a little chuckle the armadillo focused until his outfit had become just that, a full black suit, with a white shirt, a bright red tie, complete with matching gloves and shoes.

“This is probably the most normal looking thing I’ve ever worn. Well hopefully keeping the jacket will give me better cov-”

Letting out a sharp yelp he grabbed his side, but there was not even so much as a spark this time. Which wasn’t lost him despite the distraction.

“Felt like something jumped from one organ to another. But nothing came out, right?”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

The wiring is insulated, so if anything you should feel a tingle like one of those massage chairs.  If you don’t do a lot of casting, then I suggest using the battery function.  Carry home some prizes from your visit to another universe.”

The designer chuckled.  “I don’t know anyone who would willingly wear a speedo, but I’d keep whatever area causes you the most electrical distress covered.”

“Oh.”

It was a good thing he was not planning on changing it to a speedo even if this Tyson said it would not lose any of whatever technomagic let it do what it did. But he didn’t wanna look like a biochemical leak waiting to happen.

“You’re talking to someone that normally wears a kilt. So I just think about an outfit I’d like and it’ll just turn into it?”

”Hmmmm, what to wear, what to wear. Ya know I am open to suggestions.”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“It’s gonna flow through your suit until you need it.  It’ll discharge through the hands or you can spit out little batteries that will run for years, decades if not in use,” The designer smiled.  “Just think about what you want it to look like and you’re in like Flynn.”

“Okay but if it’s flowing out of me am I still going to feel pain? I don’t have any powers or anything beyond what these metal parts are supposed to do and shooting electricity is definitely not what they’re supposed to do.”

The armadillo almost missed that last part due to how focused he was. But giving it a second of thought he wanted to learn more before trying that feature out, especially after what Tina told him about that speed suit she got to try out.

“And no matter what it looks like it won’t effect function in anyway? Like if I made the thing look like, I don’t know, a speedo it’d still work the exact same?”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina‌:

“Whoa, mellow out friend,” he held up his hands in placation.  “I didn’t mean any harm.”  He didn’t want to say that yeah, he kind of did, but the armadillo was already ticked off enough; any more and he would start hucking electricity again.

“Will do, my dillo-dude,” the Tyson of Earth ‘66 clicked his fingers, the suit flinging out of his hands and forming around his patron.  “My nanofiber suits will conform to your body and tastes, so you don’t have to.  Conform to society’s high demands that is.  I believe that fashion should serve the wearer, not the other way around.  If you’re not comfortable wearing it, you shouldn’t have to be forced into it.”

“As I said,” Doctor Tyson continued, “it’s a temporary fix until we are able to discharge you, both medically and kilowattly.”

“I’ll mellow out when-”

That was when he was cut off by the suit forming around him. This was certainly a very odd feeling but these were alternates of Tyson, odd was to be expected. Perhaps due to actively thinking about wanting something that both protected and looked the part the suit took on an appearance akin to a cross of body armor and a hazmat suit, completely covering him, and even with the large transparent piece in front of his face. It took him a moment to get his bearings once it was seemingly done doing its thing.

“Okay the electricity is not going to keep on arcing through just me in here now is it?"

Moving around he was surprised to find just how flexible the suit was despite how it looked.

“Weird... Hey is there a way to change how this conforming thing looks? I mean I’m all for function over form but just look at it.”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina:

“Will do,” he nodded.  

A few minutes later, a young man who looked like Tyson in an incredibly fashionable three piece suit that could shrug off bullets yet you could still wear it to a fancy restaurant.

“Got the suit you asked for Doc, but I’m not sure why you were asking for one that was so…” they looked up from the suit through the glasses that rested on their nose.  “You know, I’d have lost my mind if it weren’t for Code Monkey swinging around, but Disney Life animals…”

He nodded with lips clenched tight, as if he didn’t want to run his mouth further.  “Sorry, sorry,” he shook off the conversation from before.  “Let’s get you dressed.”

This Tyson existed in a universe where his Earth was perpetually locked in the sixties, mod was the style of clothing and a brighter Gotham City where Batman and Robin operated at all times of the day was the norm.

“Do I fucking SOUND like a Disney animal to you?”

The longer this was going to go on the more irritable the armadillo was going to get and he knew it. But at this point he honestly did not care, he can worry and feel bad about how he was acting later when he was no longer being electrocuted.

“Get that damn suit on me, I wanna stop hurting NOW!”

He hoped that the wait time between getting the suit on and actually getting this stuff out of him would not be long at all. While this suit might keep him from accidentally hurting anyone else he wondered how he would fare inside.

[avianondillos]

gross bird spreading disease

“Kiss my ENN-TIRE ass!”

[avianondillos]

speedy blue worm full of BIRD SEED

“I forgot how fun Sinday could be.”

[avianondillos]

Does the early grey bird get the speedy blue worm?

“...”

“Okay, that’s actually pretty funny.”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina:

Dr. Tyson ducked another electrical arc.  “Yeah, um…I think that may be wiser.  The suit is to keep you insulated for the moment until we can fix the problem.  A stopgap measure, but it will give you more mobility.”

“Call ‘em and have them bring that damn suit up here.”

Getting back into bed he laid face down, sticking his face into the pillow he let out a muffled scream for a few moments before he raised his head back up and continued talking as if nothing happened.

“That way I won’t shock anyone or short out who knows what moving through this weird place.”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina:

“Ha…that was…that was actually rather good…” he chuckled.  “Good to know your sense of humor hasn’t been affected.  You’ll just have to go down to the tailor’s department and they’ll suit you up as such.”

“Why not bring them up here?”

With the pain he was in and all the electricity that kept on arcing out of his body, the armadillo honestly did not see why he should be going anywhere, at least under his own power. Even if he was put in a wheel chair and wheeled to where ever this tailor department was that’d still be a danger to anyone he got near. Not like he wanted some sort of stopgap measure like an insulated suit anyway.

“And what's the point of the suit when I want you to get the source of the problem out of me?”

[avianondillos]

glitchexmachina:

“That’s…I’m so sorry,” he nodded.  He may have not have known this dragon, but Tim did, and he wanted to extend his condolences.  “Well, let’s get you fitted for an insulated suit…”

“It’s just a kilt, what are you getting so upset about?”

The armadillo attempted give a dumb little grin to go with his joke before another painful shock cut that short.

“Just tell me what I have to do.”