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It’s kinda funny how technically Shade isn’t a cowboy- Sure, he’s dressed as one- but

his true job is being some sort of soldier/military bot. (Look at that Searchman resemblance)

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The cowboy had been leaning against a wall, shaking out the last dart he had on him from its box-when the abrupt, yet polite question reached his receptors.

"......Dr.Wily?" Shade drawled as his eyes shifted towards the smaller bot. "Haven't had no work done by a Dr.Wily-Only know of a Dr.White around here."

Although, the mention of the "uprising" made Eight turn to completely face the purple bot,his expression slightly amused. So she had heard his presidential spiel? It had been a while-although last he heard, there were bots out there that shared his particular sentiments. Still-who was she? A friend of Beck's?

" Villainy?" Eight mused, as he chewed on his fresh dart. "You think I'm an outlaw of a sort-....Piano?"

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".......I'll be frank with ya-I don't give much thought to what they want to mark me as." The cowboy replied without expression, questioning what she had jotted down a little. "I simply do what needs to be done."

He lifted the brim of his hat a little as if that would help him observe this supposed secretary bot better. Seems she wasn't from around here...

"Deeds and mayhem, aye?-guess some would call what I did, exactly that. Though I disagree." He drawled on munching on his dart in thought. "Now-...how do I know you're the bot for the job?"

Was he humoring her a little? Yes. But also, did she really believe in robot freedom or was she there to snoop around?

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"I'm to believe this is a second, completely unrelated robotic uprising? Are you certain your programming has not been altered by Doctor Wily?"

The soft spoken robot that posed the question was similar in construction to one of the so-called 'Mighty Numbers', but her design was undoubtedly foreign.

The mystery-bot offered a curtsy. She was small, less than half of Shade's height, and seemingly unarmed. But obviously constructed of highly advanced materials. Master-class, but not built for battle.

"No matter. The distinction is ultimately irrelevant. World conquest and other, similar acts of villainy, align with my Prime Program. I am Special Wily Number 002. If it pleases you, you may call me Piano."

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The cowboy had been leaning against a wall, shaking out the last dart he had on him from its box-when the abrupt, yet polite question reached his receptors.

"......Dr.Wily?" Shade drawled as his eyes shifted towards the smaller bot. "Haven't had no work done by a Dr.Wily-Only know of a Dr.White around here."

Although, the mention of the "uprising" made Eight turn to completely face the purple bot,his expression slightly amused. So she had heard his presidential spiel? It had been a while-although last he heard, there were bots out there that shared his particular sentiments. Still-who was she? A friend of Beck's?

" Villainy?" Eight mused, as he chewed on his fresh dart. "You think I'm an outlaw of a sort-....Piano?"

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Howdy, Shade. Long time no see, eh? Hope you're holding up okay.

The cowboy turned to the reptile-themed bot, seems he was a tad bit surprised.

"Sure's been a while,Al." Shade greeted with a nod. "Course I'm holding up. Trust things been running smoothly for ya too."

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Shade would u kiss me 🥹🥹🥹

" ! -…..”

It seems he was hearing things.

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Can I ask where did you find ur pfp? It's so good (>.<)y-~

It was a request from a while back-

Artist is- Sandlake

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🍁 What is one time Shade's family impressed him?

When they all marched into the robot factory,

that, and probably when 8 see's them push their abilities more/gain a new battle skill.

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"Maybe-- let's do something else!"

【Context is up to you!】

"No-keep your aim on target, Beck"

The cowboy bluntly ordered.

From a couple of yards away he could see that 9 was struggling with target practice.

"See, when the wind starts to...." Shade paused and then really zoomed in his optics on "9".

"Hmph-....you're not Beck."

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Huh, so the new robot master might actually be a cowboy (sort of) or fembot

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*sees neat cowboy bots for the robot master contest* come on capcom- pick a cowboy

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doodle before pen died

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As the kid drew nearer, the robot's tinted visors continued to watch him. Well, what do ya know? It really was just a kid. For a second he was beginning to think that this was just in fact another bot, but nope-up close Eight could see, clear as day-that this was a full flower sniffin' human.

Still- Shade said nothing when the uppity kid marched in closer with puffed up shoulders. And at his rather rightful demand for an answer, the tall robot returned nothing but a silent stare, yet he remained in place.

Again, the central red light on his hat gave a sharp distorted pinged. Prompting Eight's camera eyes to narrow in on the new arrival until he spotted it.....-the device Rey was holding. Interesting...

"Think.....-think that could use some repairing." Shade finally rasped, as he eyed the device. "Got the feelin' that thing is just about to explode on ya kid-any second now...-any second now."

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Sure, the comment about the gizmo exploding had mostly been dry banter on his part, a small warning even-but the shifty sharp-eyed kid didn't appear bothered in the slightest. He held the seemingly overheating, crackling MP3 looking device like it was nothing-didn't even wince like humans often do when they hold those broiling drinks of theirs.

"....Wouldn't be the one in danger, aye?" Eight said quietly.

Still, the cowboy's stolid expression remained unchanged as the kid prattled on. Eh prankster- Shade figured. The kid must have been in the middle of something. Until again- another sharp ping reached his radar,prompting the robot to once again narrow his hidden eyes on the gizmo that was now ablaze with sparks.

"My hat? Course' it's running fine,kid." Eight muttered. "It's not the one catching in flames." Then he shifted his visors directly at Rey.

"....Now-what are ya really carrying there?"

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@em-dualism

Heavy metallic boots steadily made their way along - searching and scanning around for the source of a sharp signal. A signal that had momentarily interrupted the boot wearer’s radar. Normally, a single ping of the radar meant another machine was nearby but- this signal was different, it had almost cut off the radar’s tracking abilities completely.

And whatever that had caused the over-sized hat to glitch had made it’s owner-curious, and he was now in search mode.

Except his search had only brought him to what appeared to be a wide open field of a park with nothing but greenery, flowers and what appeared to be some kid in a purple coat walking along in the distance. And again his radar started to react- seems like some sort of sharp electric current was messing with it again.

Yet-with no other machine in sight,murky visors followed the kid as he drew closer towards the robot’s direction. Yet, he made no effort to hide.

This was the source?

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As the kid drew nearer, the robot's tinted visors continued to watch him. Well, what do ya know? It really was just a kid. For a second he was beginning to think that this was just in fact another bot, but nope-up close Eight could see, clear as day-that this was a full flower sniffin' human.

Still- Shade said nothing when the uppity kid marched in closer with puffed up shoulders. And at his rather rightful demand for an answer, the tall robot returned nothing but a silent stare, yet he remained in place.

Again, the central red light on his hat gave a sharp distorted pinged. Prompting Eight's camera eyes to narrow in on the new arrival until he spotted it.....-the device Rey was holding. Interesting...

"Think.....-think that could use some repairing." Shade finally rasped, as he eyed the device. "Got the feelin' that thing is just about to explode on ya kid-any second now...-any second now."

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@em-dualism

Heavy metallic boots steadily made their way along - searching and scanning around for the source of a sharp signal. A signal that had momentarily interrupted the boot wearer’s radar. Normally, a single ping of the radar meant another machine was nearby but- this signal was different, it had almost cut off the radar’s tracking abilities completely.

And whatever that had caused the over-sized hat to glitch had made it’s owner-curious, and he was now in search mode.

Except his search had only brought him to what appeared to be a wide open field of a park with nothing but greenery, flowers and what appeared to be some kid in a purple coat walking along in the distance. And again his radar started to react- seems like some sort of sharp electric current was messing with it again.

Yet-with no other machine in sight,murky visors followed the kid as he drew closer towards the robot’s direction. Yet, he made no effort to hide.

This was the source?

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In the midst of using his Prism Canon to camouflage, Howlazor tripped over cloaked Countershade. With a started gasp, Howlazor turned visible and remarked "By Allspark...! Are you ok?"

"-?!"

After feeling something heavy smack against his lanky leg, the cowboy instantly de-cloaked. And looking over towards the large mechanical wolf, he frowned.

" 'Could ask the same thing-ya running from the dog catcher?"

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I like to think that 8 can use those electric wires of his as lassos- he IS a cowboy

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-squints at calendar-

Sometimes I think about adding shipping rules-but

8’s such a “laser focused on mission” stoic type of guy that trying to write shippy things for him is tricky