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... _____________________________ ((AMR-participator, Copy Megaman/ᴚockman))

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I know I know, there’s a rule in the castle saying we’re not allowed to get mixed up with aliens, but I’m not scared! The kid in E.T. didnt’ shoot any feds to save his weird ugly spacebuddy, but I’d shoot so many guys for you! promise!~

Sorry, minion applications are closed for now. What exactly do you want?

[bonafideblue]

SO many shot guys. All of them, just. Wow, I can't even count all the imaginary friendship ballistics!

For real, let's hook up some time, take a Wily's Army brochure or something and mull it over!

*Gun-fingers, clicks teeth* Ciao!

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Finally found my pumpkin stickers for the Dead-Ringer corpse! Time for a REAL hallow--

--IIIIIIIIIT'S gone. Who took it away? :)

WHO? :)

[takeitfromthetop]

HUMAN CHRIST WHAT IS THIS?!

WHAT IS THIS DOING IN THE LOUNGE?!?

#wtf #irlscreaming #tw:gore #tw:blood #tw:christmas_lights

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I would’ve used the used the pumpkin stickers. It’s too early for xmas lights.

[burstyburstman]

…hey isn’t that a

uh

a-a robot cor-

pppsssssssssss

[bonafideblue]

NO! STOPPIT!! It's not scary enough for that! THERE'S NO PUMPKIN STICKERS ON IT YET!!

[takeitfromthetop]

HUMAN CHRIST WHAT IS THIS?!

WHAT IS THIS DOING IN THE LOUNGE?!?

#wtf #irlscreaming #tw:gore #tw:blood #tw:christmas_lights

[bonafideblue]

I would've used the used the pumpkin stickers. It's too early for xmas lights.

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Oooh, is it that month again?

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[centaurimachina]

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[librathejudge]

SnakeTail

[librathejudge]

"No, we are all luckily of different species." He was still giving his snakey smile. It was so nice to have someone friendly to talk to, and who had taken the offered seating, if Copy were another Libran they would likely have their tail looped over one another’s comfortably.

"I am a Lhee’hrha," The word came out in a dry hiss of noise. “Bug and Fish? Ah you must be refering to Scoprio and Cecrops, there are others here as well, I came as the guest of Virgo."

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"Virgo's an alien too? I've seen people talking to her on the network for ages! I thought she was just some other girl robot! Hey, which aliens does Flash keep as pets anyway? I hear all about his cool alien clubhouse on the moon and I never get to go! Think if I take you, I'll get to join some special club?"

[librathejudge]

SnakeTail

[librathejudge]

"Well I do not know him well enough one way or the other to make judgments." He gave a snaky smile, tongue flicking out again and hitting the tip of Copy’s nose. “You are very friendly, and quite heavy, so as of yet, I like you." 

The muscles in his tail rippled under Copy, curling in to a half circle that was easier for the bot to sit on while the snake alien faced him.

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Copy laughs and rubs his nose again when its tickled, sitting up on the crescented tail. It'd be more polite to get off of the alien, but Copy liked this position of power. "You're cool too, I haven't met any of the aliens yet! You can't all be arm snakes though, can you? I've been hearing about bugs and fish too! So what do you aliens do here on Earth? I fight bad guys on it!"

[librathejudge]

SnakeTail

[librathejudge]

"No, you are not the Rockman I faced, you taste different." His eyes narrowed as he tried to muddle through if it was just a common name, or this little robot was lying on purpose. His hands had no fingers to them, instead each had three elegant fingers for grasping or typing. “Ah, there is your problem, I am not a robot, I am not of your world at all."

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Copy crosses one of his legs over Libra's tail, continuing to pin him in place by sitting on it with his heavy little metal butt. "Not from this world? Ohmygosh! You're one of the aliens! Haha, that's even better, I caught me an alien! Awh, Snake man would just fall in love with you!"

He smiles and leans back, rubbing his nose with a thumb. "You met the other Rock? ugh, don't tell me you like him better than me too... We're not even the same guy at all! You can't compare us like that! I'm Rock, so don't tell me I'm not!

[librathejudge]

Libra gave a ticklish shake of his tail as Copy started poking and prodding at his scaled and scarred body. “Aha! Please cease, I believe you have my mistaken for someone else." He tilted his head to the side  as his arms reached out, attempting to stop the poking and prodding. “I am called Libra, and what is your name?"

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"Pff, right Snake, like anybody else would make a realistic talking arms-snake! I'm Rockman, who do you THINK I am!?" Copy watches as Libra's little arms tried to hold Copy's still. "... Ooh my gosh those little bitty HANDS! Haha, it's so CUTE!! Come on Snake, hook me up with one of these armsnakes, I'm dying for a robot pet companion!"

[librathejudge]

Something, heavy suddenly latched itself on to his tail, an attack?! His head whipped around as he heard the small robot say something in a heavy accent. His large eye gave one, then two slow blinks as he studied Copy. Long black tongue flicked out, tasting the air before the snake finally spoke.

"May I help you?"

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The accent continues "A TOLKIN' snek with ahms!?" then Copy sits up, pinning Libra by his tail with his legs. "Wait, Snake, did you always have audio relays in your snakes? Where you controlling this thing from anyway? You better not be sitting around at home when Dr. Wily's throwing us this cool party!-- hm?"

Copy's hands poke and grope up and down Libra's tail, and he tilts his head puzzledly. "... Wow, the skin on this is lifelike! Snake you're not actually skinning REAL snakes to make things like this now, are you? This better be a molt, mister!!"

[librathejudge]

Boats are not something that Libra was used to, his homeworld didn’t have oceans, and traversing the rivers was easy enough to do by swimming right in them. But here he was, in a modified sleeveless button down shirt that Virgo insisted looked very darling on him. (In fact it looked rather silly, cause really, have you ever seen a snake in a shirt?) But he was content, Mr. Compass had used to co-ordinaces given to him to allow them to arrive here. And currently Libra was exploring the large vessel, following were his tongue led him.

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"Holy cannoli!" Copy shouts, spotting the extraterrestrial snake meandering through the crowds of robots. "Snake Man's outdone himself this time! That thing's got little arms!" He forms a mischievous little grin. "Maybe if I catch it, it'll lead me back to Snake so I can scan him and rock his ability to make more of those!"

The thoughtless little nega-hero pushes his way through the robots between him and Libra, chasing him down and making a dive for him, landing on his long tail and squeezing it with his arms as if he had just copied CrocodieHunter Man, even emulating an Aussie accent. "Crikey! She's a beaut!!"

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Quick wasn’t expecting it, but if he couldn’t react quickly then he wouldn’t be Quick Man! At first he thought Copy wasn’t going to let him have it at all, but as soon as he ducked his hand snapped out, catching the device easily as he kicked up to his feet and spun it round and round along his index finger. It was a little wobbly though, could use some balancing and… he tossed it up, called it back to him and whistled when it actually responded to a signal call Hey! He could control it, but could Copy do the same for his? Curiously he threw the corrupt one into the air and quickly shot off one of his own behind it in the blink of an eye.

"Wanna race me, then?" He couldn’t contain his grin. Nitro was never around to test himself against and anyone else just didn’t quite cut it to him! Getting a shot at Copy-Quick, or Mini Me (he was so calling him that from now on), was too tempting, even when they were on a serious topic. Hey, they could still race and talk at the same time— if Copy could keep up. He hoped so. 

"Whoa! No need to get all sour! Did you forget that there’s a party this weekend? I’m sure they’ll be there! But ohhhhh… even better!" He snapped his fingers, looking quite pleased with himself now. “If YOU can scan Ring, then maybe we can ruin the guys name before taking him out. He ruined Crash’s peaceful life, so why don’t we flip things up for him? I’ll make sure he comes!" To him, it was only fair. Crash hadn’t deserved that. He deserved the best; all his brother’s did! 

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It's like a switch flips on in Copy's head when Quick invites him to race-- nothing quite like the command-programming as what was brainwashing him before, but certainly an urge that came with the Quick-duplication package. "Rock Ring's boat? Yeah great Idea-- ok let's go!!--"

And without another moment wasted, Copy blasts off the edge of the fortress wall, signals the boomerangs in-flight-- those that both he and Quick had dispensed-- to swing around to his position as he flies off dangerously far from the wall. The boomerangs come around in front and then below him, and act as stepping-stones in the air for him to spring off of back towards the wall, landing crouched horizontally on it, then taking off wall-running along the entire outer side of the castle.

"Followtheleader!!" He calls out to Quick as the distance between them scales rapidly. It was like he just did twenty lines of robo-cocaine and shot his arm full of red bull.

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No way. No.way. He wondered if this were true, excitement building in his posture as he sat upright. Someone that could keep up with him? Now that was both a good and a bad thing. He felt a spike of that competitive nature welling up inside him. When was the last time he had raced against anything that was worth it?  

"How long you think you can keep it up?" He had to remind himself that while Copy could, well, copy abilities and shift appearances, he wondered how taxing using them would be on his systems at the same time. The last thing he wanted was something fun to turn into a disaster. The little guy was starting to grow on him, after all! 

"Uhhh— who is Bright again?" Had he said the ‘Light bulb’ he would have understood, that or he was teasing Copy. “Anyway, can you change the color of your optics?" He was all about asking questions, completely taken by this ability as he opened his hands as if to say ‘Pass!’. He wanted to see how real that boomerang could be! 

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Copy grins and turns away from Quick, flinging the boomerang far off behind himself, waiting for it to return, then ducks under it, letting it pass him and fly towards Quick. “Think fast!"

Upon inspection, Copy’s boomerang is functionally exactly like Quick’s, but asthetically, just like Copy’s duplicated body design, there were some subtle errors to it. It seemed kind of bent at the edges, like on Copy’s Quick-armor, and its color was slightly off.

"Bright’s the one where Dr. Cossack thought inventing a lightbulb robot was as impressive as inventing the lightbulb itself! He looks kind of geeky, I’d rather disguise as somebody else. Maybe if I stand on my toes I can pull off a convincing Drill Man! Oh— or SKULL! He’s so cool, I hate that he’s not with us!"

As if inheriting short patience from Quick’s design-scan, Copy spawns another two boomerangs and starts throwing them both, catching them in alternations in sort of a long-distance horizontal juggle. Taking on someone elses’ qualities even gave Copy a perversion of their personality traits, just as when resembling Mega Man, he focuses on a distorted focus of what’s right and wrong.

"How long? Oh! I’ve never done it so long that I got tired, but I guess it’s possible I could run out of weapon energy over time! That’s like, this universal ammunition thing my body processes to duplicate weapons, it doesn’t feed directly off my core so it’s got limits… I just haven’t reached them yet!"

"And the eyes? Uh... Dunno! They don't flip inside-out with everything else, but I guess some of the Light robots did notice my eyes were different when I tried this on them... Maybe my best bet is rocking somebody else's look, someone with red eyes! Like... Toad, or Dust!" Something occurs to Copy suddenly, and he makes a disappointed scowl, catching both boomerangs and frustratedly chucking them down at the wall surface, letting their points stick into it while he folds his arms. "Problem though, I can't rock somebody unless I can scan them first! Whoever I scan to fool Ring, they've gotta be around for it!"

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[cut-to-the-quick]

Quick actually didn’t. In fact, he had never really paid attention to most of the bots outside of his line until recently, so if he did know anything it sure didn’t show, and he liked to keep it that way. When Copy changed to replicate him, he only let out a loud laugh, folding in backwards as his hand pressed to his face at seeing a small version of himself. 

"I have a mini little me right infront of me!!" He sounded thrilled by the prospect of having Copy looking like that from now on… especially…"How fast can you go!?" He sat up, the question being far more important than Ring at the moment.  

"Anyway, I thought we were both going to take a swing at him, but humor me! Who would you go in disguise as?" He had to see this. A tiny version of whoever could form right before his eyes. 

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"Just as fast as you! I analyze and transform to whatever stat allocations as my source! To be fair, I did only ever use my power just before you were built-- back when I had to fight Light's robots for the first time, so it makes sense that you never found out. I usually like to be my bona fide blue self because that's my factual, original signature! ... Or well, it was before other-Rock showed up."

For fun, Copy dispenses a quick-boomerang and starts idly tossing it out into the open sky above the fortress, letting it return to him and repeating. "You could still disguise yourself too! But I was thinking I'd pick some bot Ring might be comfortable around, like one of the other Russians! Maybe Bright, he's closer to my height... Not that I can't make myself taller of I got to, but it's a stress stretching things out longer! Like that one machine with the ropes and cranks humans use to torture each other! Haha, gross!"