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Are you dead?

(I assume this is for me; but nah, this blog isn’t really dead, more like on hiatus. I want to wait for the MM3 plot in the comics to get wrapped up before I do anything else on Crash.

…I also answered this late but y’know.)

#ask #anon #anonymous #OOC #(That and I haven't been on this blog in about a month because of the MM3 plot in the comics)

It seems that Crash currently had his I.C. Chip (and his line's I.C. Chips) stuffed into a singular robot.

#IC Update #(THIS BLOG ISN'T DEAD I JUST CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITH CRASH RIGHT NOW)

(Indie RP blog for Crashman from the Megaman series. Takes place post-MM10. Blog is NSFW due to...

(I made an Indie!Crashman RP blog.)

#OOC

(Send Crash some anons, please!)

#OOC #(Let's get some activity on him)

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Heat man halloween - E-Tank or burning!

fallvictimtomymetaldance

Perhaps he ought to have actually picked up their brother before letting Crash make the attempt. Their entire ‘feud’ (if you could even call it that), had been caused by Metal making an unsavoury remark about his lack of hands, and it may give the orange ‘bot the unfortunate thought that he was making fun of him behind his back— No, he was simply in shock. How else would one usually react when faced with an offline broter after weeks of him being missing rather than avoiding people?

He’s now wondering why this hadn’t been brought to attention sooner, if Quick was allegedly under punishment, but he’ll figure that out later. He’s more concerned with trying to pinpoint a reason their brother was stone cold on the ground rather than running around taunting him or over-babying Crash like the annoying little brat he could be.

"Metal, help me pick him up, damnit!"

"Ah— My apologies." He obliges, kneeling down to scoop up Quick and heft him over his shoulder. He’s about to tell Crash not to worry, that he’ll bring Quick to Flash right away and this would all be over soon… But Crash’s next conclusion causes his eyes to narrow and glint dangerously, voice a low growl.

Quick and Crash might dislike Shadow Man, but Metal has grown very fond of him.

"Don’t jump to conclusions, Crash. It wasn’t Shadow," It could have been, as much as Metal hates to admit it. They don’t know that for sure— But Shadow’s so sweet. He wanted to fit in and have a place more than anything, and had promised he had no ill intentions towards his adopted brothers. "Do you see any scratches or gouging on Quick’s body? Shadow uses a blade weapon. If he wanted to do any damage, it’d be through that. Don’t blame him just because the two of you have some stupid vendetta against him. Wait to see what Quick says or Flash can pick up before you go after him. Not that I’d let you.”

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Crash responded to Metal's glare with a glare of his own, baring his sharp teeth at his older brother. He was silent as he listened to Metal talk, and his look by the end of it was a dead giveaway of how he knew that Metal was right about Quick not having injuries that could have been inflicted by any of Shadowman's weapons-- but he was still suspicious.

"No." He responded. "I'm still suspicious of him, but fine, I'll wait until Quick wakes up!" He started pushing against Metal's back with his arms. "Now c'mon, let's go! Stop taking so long!"

The sooner Quick was back online, the better. Not only would it mean that his brother would be okay, but it'd mean they'd be able to find out what had happened to him to send him offline.

#fallvictimtomymetaldance #(FINALLY RESPONDS TO THIS #SORRY FOR BEING LATE)

(I drew Quickers and the Crashbby.)

fallvictimtomymetaldance

Whoops. The elder of the two turns to steady his younger brother, murmuring an apology. By that time, however, Crash has picked up on Quick’s signal and gone careening off again— This time sending Metal stumbling himself out of shock. After regaining his footing, the elder DWN trots along after Crash. He’s in no hurry— Crash wouldn’t rest until he tracked their missing brother down.

Eventually, Crash and Metal would stumble across a certain speedster face down in the dirt; He’d been there so long he’s cold to the touch, and it seemed he’d been collecting dust…

"…Oh, dear."

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Metal's apology wouldn't be acknowledged by the younger 'bot, for he was entirely focused on finding out just where Quickman was. Once they found him, Crash screeched to a halt, staring down at his currently-offline brother.

"..."

His mouth hung open as he looked on in silence, finally moving after the short delay. He knelt down next to Quick, attempting to lift him up-- despite how difficult that was to do with drills.

"Quick?!" Crash asked, looking at his closest brother in concern. By that point he realized that Quick was offline, and his processor frantically attempted to find a reason why Quick was offline in the first place.

"Metal, help me pick him up, damnit!" He snapped, turning to Metalman. Who the hell could have sent Quick offline--?!

"........."

Crashman paused.

With the help of Quick's distrust of a certain 'bot (and Crash following Quick in that belief, partially because he listened to Quick but also for his own personal reasons), Crash came to a conclusion. The wrong one, but he didn't know that.

"If Shadowman did this, I'm going to kill him!!"

#fallvictimtomymetaldance

afrozenmomentintime-archive

Soprano resisted the urge to lift Casey off the ground and tend to him immediately, reminding himself that his brother wasn’t as young as he used to be. He was growing, and probably wouldn’t appreciate being babied right now, even if he could use a bit of it. He wasn’t going to start a fight with an injured sibling. He noted his injuries, hoped his lip would stop bleeding soon, and listened to him while gently guiding him to the bathroom.

Soprano’s hands clenched a little when Casey said someone was making fun of his lack of hands again. He thought he had spoken to the school about this before, and he was getting tried of the lack of action being taken to stop it. That wasn’t the worst of it, however; Casey may have gotten violent, but he didn’t instigate this fight, apparently, and Soprano knew a thing or two about violent school districts. If this wasn’t resolved, he was going to take his brother out of this school and find a better alternative for him. Casey was not going to go through what he did.

Soprano forced himself to be quiet upon seeing Casey’s tears. He didn’t want to make his younger brother feel any worse than he already did, especially since he was trying to hide it. Bringing him into the bathroom, he grabbed a cloth, looking over Casey’s injuries. “Stay still, okay? You’ll be fine, promise. Just tell me what hurts. It anything numb or tingling?” Soprano feared that he might have to take Casey to the emergency room as he looked over his injuries, but he would if that meant giving his younger brother proper care.

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Soprano's little brother followed him wordlessly to the bathroom, keeping his head lowered and shoulders hunched. His energy was being spent mostly on keeping his tears at bay, and while Casey would have liked to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying, he couldn't unless he wanted it to bleed more.

He nodded only slightly at what Soprano said, shrugging his shoulders. "Dunno. I don't think so." His voice cracked again as he tried to choke back a sob. After a few seconds, he changed his answer. "My lip's tingling. Everythin'...Everythin' else is pretty sore..."

He rubbed his face onto his sleeve in order to try and dry his tears. His eyes were starting to get puffy and red, and he kicked the floor. "It's not gonna be fine. Every single time they tell me what I don't have and it sucks. I hate them."

Casey's tone was bitter now, anger filling it. He wanted to hit or kick something, but he couldn't do it with his injuries and Soprano probably wouldn't let him hit anything anyway.

#afrozenmomentintime #Human!AU

(...S'gonna be digital letters btw.

Like a text.

Because no hands.)

#OOC

wishtoconfess

letters to you

timidtempo

future-russian-princess:

hairbowsandbullets:

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate, Dear person I like, Dear ex boyfriend, Dear ex girlfriend, Dear ex best friend, Dear best friend, Dear *anyone*, Dear Santa, Dear mom, Dear dad, Dear brother, Dear sister, Dear future me, Dear past me, Dear person I’m jealous of, Dear person I had a crush on, Dear girlfriend, Dear boyfriend,

#ask game