Escape from the House of Light
Jewel narrowed his eyes at the copybot, squinting at her in clear disapproval. Not only was what she said disrespectful and flat out wrong, it was jarring to hear something like that out of someone who looked like Roll. He looked ready to scold her for the off-color comment, but Forte taking his power had been a startling sensation… to say the least. A sudden data transfer that he’d agreed to out loud wasn’t the same as giving file-access permissions, especially considering Forte’d done that without networking with him in any way first. This was something he’d never really experienced before, as the only other time anyone had ever done that to him was after his defeat by Rock’s hand, and he wasn’t exactly online for that. In retrospect, that made it even creepier.
“You mean Jewel Satellite?” He corrects uncertainly, frowning deeply at the peculiar easter-egg colored armor that Forte was suddenly sporting. Was it… supposed to look like that? Well, whatever, looks weren’t important!
“Now, it’s not a weapon…” Jewel began, tone educational, “Though it can be if you need it to be.” In this case, however, he’d only just need to activate it to get to the sidewalk. Easy enough.
Clapping his hands together, Jewel beamed. “So go on then, give it a try!” This was kind of exciting! His eyes darted over to Copy Roll, almost daring her to chime in. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t watching Forte the way you might pre-cringe at a friend you were pretty sure was going to ruin a karaoke song, but he hoped for the best.
“Yeah Forte, give it a try!” Copy echoed with a smirk. Hoping to get a good view but still be marginally protected in case Jewel’s plan didn’t work, she climbs onto Light’s recliner and leans over the back of it. She’d used barrier weapons before, and she hated them. They never quite seemed to do their job right one way or another. What was Jewel’s weakness again? She hoped it was lasers.
Leaning against the back of the plush chair was a welcome substitute for putting her scarf over the lower half of her face, a habit she used to have whenever she was excited or anxious or trying to hide her expression. “And you can forget about me following you out there! Roll is pretty much made of crackers and lace. I’m not going anywhere near those lasers, shield or no shield.”
Forte looked at Copy over his shoulder. So he was staying, then? Weird. He supposed the copybot had his reasons, though the SWN didn't appreciate him staring at him like a redneck who'd just said "hold my beer and watch this!". That or like someone who was about to explode at any second. Ugh.
Oh, and as for Jewel's reaction? No comment.
With trepidation, Forte opened the front door, watching the yard lasers swivel at him, not firing as he hadn't set foot outside the house. This was just another barrier, right? It wasn't like he'd never used one before. So he did like he always did- he raised his buster and fired it up.
The sound of half a pound of diamond shrapnel shredding the mailbox from 20ft away was definitely unique! Forte's face lit up like it was Christmas and he changed his aim, blowing a laser mount to kingdom come.
"WOW." he breathed, taking aim again. "Now THIS is more like it!" he looked at Jewel, starry eyes shining with admiration.
