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Independent, selective, and private multimuse blog heavily featuring Mega Man, but also Look Outside, Pizza Tower, Persona 5 and more! View the carrd above for more details. Written by Viopenguin.

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//-Hello. Is this thing on. Am I all alone. Is anyone there. I need a bigger g

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Oh, right, she's on the blog, too. Maybe she can do something for real, but she's so sleeby...

Well, until then, she can change the blog icon to this beautiful commission of her from serizawasgamecube, buy one today-

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//-Really glad that Timelines has been uh. Digitally preserved. I think I'm about to double my amount of no helmet Rock icons.

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@thetravelershub beckons:

Hellen doesn’t need any additional weapons, does she? No, Shadow didn’t think so. Hellen, as usual, was well prepared for a massacre, and little Sophie – sorry, Batman – was finding enough { Marbles } scattered around the facility to easily replenish any ammo she’d lost. Still… it had other things that would hopefully prove useful. Shadow caught their attention with a low gurgle, beckoning them forward. It has something for you both! For Hellen, five rolls of { Duct Tape } . An underwhelming gift at first glance, but they’d save her signature cleavers and knives from cracking in a pinch, seeing as how they're getting a lot of use. Besides, it didn’t think she’d appreciate being given something like a { Rocket Launcher } . Made the kills feel too impersonal, didn’t it? And Batman, of course, gets a { Grappling Hook } . Don’t worry about where it found that. It fully trusts that this eight year old will know how to properly use it.

To call seeing Shadow a relief would be a slight overstatement; Hellen doesn't really do that, and Sophie's just happy to duck away from being shot at for a second. She makes a mental note to get one of those bulletproof capes, like John Wick has. Maybe Dan's looted one of those and she can steal borrow it-

-Uh, getting back on track, though.

Hellen takes the { Duct Tape } without any show of emotion. Make no mistake, though; she appreciates the gift (and if anyone knows that, it's probably Shadow). She didn't expect much help during this outing, making this something of a pleasant surprise. As pleasant as Hellen can feel, anyways. She eyes the other for a moment with two of her many unblinking eyes, offering but a nod in response, before, uh.

The louder of the two squeals in delight as she snatches the { Grappling Hook } from Shadow. Sophie looks it over, turns it over in her hands. This might be a worse idea than bringing her to fight Umbrella, honestly. She's going to be a nightmare with this at her disposal.

"We're gonna get Resident Evil 6 up in this b-"

"Thank you." Hellen interrupts, quietly but firmly. "Look out for yourself."

She kinds of pulls Sophie out of the way before she starts repeating more swear words she's heard Harriet use. Because that's the problem with this situation, surely.

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"Hey, Dad?"

Rock looks up from the main computer, meeting Dr. Light's eyes from across the lab. A little frown rests on his face as he looks back to the monitor, as if to double check, then back to his father.

"Someone logged in and copied weapon data."

Light pauses to wipe his hands—robots are surprisingly messy to make, oil and all that—before answering. "Ah, yes, I reviewed the footage. Proto Man visited last night."

The boy's face lights up. "Did you guys talk?"

"Ah, uh... not quite. I was in bed." Light clears his throat. "I think he just likes stealing from me."

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He really shouldn't be here, all things considered. This isn't his fight. But, to be frank... he's itching for a fight again, after missing out on Wily's last attack. And in a vacuum, he can handle some human soldiers just fine.

Seems like they need the help anyways, Blues can't help but think as he darts through the shadows. This is hardly the group he expected to be taking on an organization like this. He definitely saw a kid back there somewhere, and, like... he's not one to talk, really, he's like 13, but he's a walking arsenal. A weapon made to serve humans. That may not work out so much these days, but it's certainly an upper hand here.

A vantage point is spotted overhead, where a defensive line stands ready for the approaching forces. Blues doesn't even bother platforming his way up there. A streak of light takes to the skies, and a moment later, as he touches down at the point in question...

[Weapon Data Selected: Crash Bomber]

...An explosive weapon like this should help clear a path.

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Harriet settles in with a good book, relaxing her shoulders. How nice of Hellen to invite Sophie to do some gardening with her! Quiet a lot, given how long she said it would be, but Harriet could surely use the alone time after everything that's happened in the last year or so-

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You'd think there'd be bigger threats out here than an unemployed guy from Montreal, but... a, actually, it's probably getting hard to deny that the guy knows his way around a war zone. So it's hardly surprising when one guard at a distance raises his weapon to take aim at him.

The surprising part comes from the voice that suddenly speaks up flatly behind him. Her ability to Stalk really comes in handy.

"You'll point that away from Sam."

She raises her Cleaver, readying a Stab (it's clearly a slash, but are you gonna argue with her about it?), but is, um. Interrupted as a golden marble clocks the guy square in the jaw and knocks him to the ground.

Hellen looks in the direction it came from.

"Sophie."

"SHUSHSHHSUSHSUSH. I'M BATMAN."

"Batman." Hellen corrects. "Don't steal my kills."

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Every party member, you say.

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"We're actually only here for Sprocket. Anybody else is just in the way."

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Prometheus was never one to keep still, and he certainly was never one to keep quiet. His return to base was immediately noted as he entered, grumbling to himself as he stomped his way inside. The energy in his scythe dissipated, and he flicked the dull mix of blood and oil staining its handle onto the ground.

"Weak. All of them." He says, louder than anything else up to that point. "Can we seriously not find anyone else worthy of the Game of Destiny?"

Pandora, the only other person present, finally glances over her shoulder to him with a bored expression. Her only expression, really.

"Yes, the Game of Destiny has slowed to a crawl since Master Albert's last-"

"Don't start with me." Prometheus growls. "I was there, too. Just tell me whatever it is that's got you glued to that monitor."

Pandora merely hums as she turns back to the screen in question. "Some technology has been uncovered. It's old. Likely from the Robot Master era."

"That's it?" Prometheus mutters as he joins his sister, glancing over her shoulder. "Who cares about some ancient tech? The Robot Masters were nothing."

"Under normal circumstances, you would be right." Pandora inputs a command, and more information is displayed. "However, it would seem that this technology was... ahead of its time, you could say."

For once, Prometheus shuts his mouth as he looks over the display. His look of bored annoyance gives way as he takes in what it says. A device, capable of warping time and space itself... with a proven track record, dating back to some time in 20XX. It had, foolishly and shortsightedly, only been used to bring back old Robot Masters... but with a greater scope in mind...

Yes, Prometheus could already see it. He didn't think that they should look to the future, spoil their little game and see who rules the world as Mega Man King. But to look to the past, and to beyond their own world... oh, he could only imagine the possibilities.

"There are plans to gather the old heroes. If the Biometals will not suffice, then maybe the ones they pull from... X, the Guardians..." Pandora shakes her head. "Master Albert spoke in particular of Zero's efforts during the Ragnarok incident."

But Prometheus only laughs. "You're thinking too small, Pandora. All of time and space at our fingertips can surely net us more than a handful of old Reploids."

She only raises an eyebrow. "And what do you have in mind, Prometheus?"

"The Robot Masters clearly had some fun. Maybe we can give their great champions a shot at being the Mega Man King after all! And why not their friends? Why not jump to other dimensions and find their strongest Mega Men!?"

Prometheus's laugh continues, boiling over into something louder, something it seems even he can't really control. He grips his scythe's blade in his hand, igniting it as a new bloodlust takes over.

"Maybe now, the Game of Destiny will finally get interesting!!"

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Well, doesn't this hit a bit close to home.

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"He outta be glad I didn't use the flamethrower."

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Wasn’t the first time (and definitely wouldn’t be the last time) Sam had a gun pointed at him. He’d flinched at first, but the brief shock of the threat wore off when he realized he was looking down the barrel of a… cheese-loaded weapon?

“Tu me niaises là?” Sam snapped, as if he didn’t have a potentially dangerous, though very silly firearm aimed at his face. He pointed aggressively towards the kids on the couch, the { Wanted Poster } and { Strange Facebook Screenshot } both clenched in his hand. “That little boy looks like a criminal to you?!”

Omino and Joel both stopped playing, staring in stunned silence at the gun-wielding American at the door… while Rush, unaware of what it’d just started, gleefully took the lead, zooming across the finish line unopposed.

But Sam wouldn’t give the bitter, horse-less cowboy a chance to respond to his question. Door’s getting slammed in his face.

... at least Sam took a second to slide the two papers back under the door. Don’t worry about the string of annoyed Québécois as his slippers padded back across the shaggy, roach-inhabited carpet. (Not infested; the roaches pay rent.)

Sam isn't grumbling about you, American Cheese Man. Don't worry about it. He hopes you find your criminal, someday. Truly.

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The Vigilante never takes his eyes off of Sam, even as the other starts snapping at him. There's an anger in his eyes that... probably isn't terribly warranted, all things considered. But his enemy is right there. Right there, beyond the door that's rapidly slamming in his face-

There's a moment of quiet, The Vigilante reeling his weapon back and standing in stunned silence that anyone would do that to him. It's counteracted by the sudden burst of what can only be described as hootin' and hollerin' he directs at the apartment as he starts banging on the door. Strings of insults, demands, and swear words Sam may want to cover the kiddo's ears for.

...And then... quiet.

"Aw hell, wait a sec."

There's a muffled squelching noise, a click of some kind-

-AND THE DEAFENING BOOM OF A ROCKET BLASTING SAM'S FRONT DOOR TO HELL.

"MAYBE I DIDN'T MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, BOY." The Vigilante calls as he invites himself in, the green rocket launcher hoisted up on his shoulder with one hand, the other gripping the revolver from before. "YER HARBORIN' A FUGITIVE HERE, AN' I INTEND TO BRING HIM IN! NOW HAND HIM OVER, 'FORE THINGS GET REAL UGLY!!"

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What the fuck, Jae. Let the girl turn on some The Megas-

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Hrm.