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[kyabetsunomuses]

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[kyabetsunomuses]

@melodic-mayh3m from [x]

"....."

Shadow's confusion gave way to an unimpressed stare. He just let the vibes of disappointment bore into Crow for a moment before finally speaking.

"...You are insufferable," he muttered, sighing through his nose. "I suppose that is proof that you are, indeed, a Protoman. But must you?"

[wearewilynumbers]

The words this Blues spoke were so foreign it was practically laughable. For a third to not be close to his brothers. It didn’t seem possible and he didn’t bother to hide how his brows knit in confusion at the statement while he mulled it over. Especially, after that moment during the stardroid battle where he lost them. The thought alone had his hand gently squeezing the fabric of his scarf.

“My brothers are my reason for being.” He admitted.

“I can not come to imagine a series of choices or events that would cause us to be distant. It does help me understand why you two are,” he paused and took a moment to glance for a fraction of a second at the ring on this Blues’ finger, “married.”

There he was saying it again. Once more thinking on it. Another practically laughable thought. Not with how stubborn his Blues was. Not with how he had already looked to embrace his fate. It made the soft expression on the other’s face feel like a hot blade digging through his chest to strike his core.

“Even if we do not know each other I am glad that you have found happiness where most Protomen have failed. I hope you two keep each other well.”

[kyabetsunomuses]

This Shadow was certainly different than the one Blues had become accustomed to. His Shadow was antisocial, othered by his 'comrades' and very seldom became attached to anyone. It had taken years for him to grow fond of Blues, let alone romantically involved--but, the fact that he had made the Eldest feel all the more loved.

He tried to imagine how different things would be if Shadow had been more attached to his linemates; perhaps he wouldn't have even saved Blues from Wily's clutches, and he would be some sort of experimental slave to the man for the rest of his short existence.

For once, he found he liked reality much better.

Pulling his glove back on, he hummed, considering the stranger's words.

"...I think it's good that you have people you consider family. People to support you, people you can turn to if you have a problem. People who'll accept you as you are." He slung his bag of groceries over his shoulder, knowing he needed to get back home soon. Kuro was probably hungry. Smirking slightly, he added: "Thank you. We certainly try our best."

Turning to leave, he put his free hand up in a backwards wave.

"I need to get back, but I wish you well in your endeavors. Take care."

[kyabetsunomuses]

"Oi, Shadow." Oh look, its Crow! "Did I ever tell you I wanted to be a doctor?"

@melodic-mayh3m

"Eh?"

He glances at the prototype, slight confusion coloring his face.

"...No? I do not believe you have. May I ask why you are telling me this all of a sudden...?"

[lyricalmusingstuff]

                                  Heartache, I’ve heard, is part of life.                                       && I have broken more && more.

[strayrph]

Embrace not being strictly to canon if you find that you don't like how canon was written. Roleplay is for fun and exploring possibilities that canon never gave us.

And as a reminder: if someone is canon divergent then respect that. You can always choose not to write with them if you don't like their changes.

There's nothing wrong with being strictly canon either. Everyone brings a unique interpretation to the table. We should respect each other and the passion we have for the characters and worlds that we adore.

[yodaprod]

Tech trash in Tokyo area (1992)

[rockmanholic]

[acid-eater]

[sailorramoon]

[glitchblackmusic]

Robot hand blueprints / Glitch Black IG: @glitch_black

[legacydevice]

Sanyo MBC-550-2

[lyricalmusingstuff]

                         I still think of you in the dark of the night                                           𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲…

[pryze]

[melodic-mayh3m]

Crow was more than a little concerned at the amount of steam leaving this Blues's body. Fucking hell, Shads! You couldn't give him a chance to breathe!? He knew their cores were bad, but good lord he never let it get this bad!

Thankfully, the steam dissipated after a few minutes, which was a good sign. That meant he should be waking up soon. As such, he was relatively unphased when he was met with a buster aimed directly at his face. He’d partially expected an outcome like this, being a Protoman himself. Waking up in an unknown location wasn't exactly fun when you have past experiences of being tampered with without your knowledge.

“Eeeeasy slugger,” he says calmly. “No one’s touched your coding or your core. You overheated, which is why your coats open and your vest is unbuttoned. Nothing else was tampered with." A pause. "You're welcome to shoot me in the face if I'm wrong.”

“The name’s Blues, though it might be easier to call me Crow in this case. I’m a Protoman like you.”

He lightly nods his head towards the corner of the room he knew Shadow was hiding. “Specifically that one’s Protoman. Sorry about him, by the way. I've got an idea of what happened and the demon has been sent to time out."

[kyabetsunomuses]

Blues blinked, both at the explanation and being called 'slugger.' It took a moment for realization to set in (and for his panic to dissipate), but once it did, his eyes flew wide open.

...Fucking hell. He'd overheated from that?

Slowly, he brought his hands up to bury his face in them, his ears turning pink for the umpteenth time today.

"...Ah," was all he got out, embarassment radiating off of him in thick waves. The fact that this alternate was speaking to him like a little kid only made it ten times worse, and he seemed to visibly shrink under Crow's (seemingly well-intentioned) gaze.

His vest being partially unbuttoned suddenly bothered him, once he realized that the cause of his utter humiliation was still in the room. He hastily removed his hands from his face to button it back up, despite the fact that he probably still needed the ventilation--he'd rather die than let either of the room's occupants see him dressed down for any longer than they had already.

He had to take a moment to collect himself before finally speaking, and when he did, his tone had a slight edge to it--his own vain attempt to salvage what little pride he had left.

"...Phoenix," he eventually supplied. It was as much of an introduction as Crow was getting at the moment. "I assume your Shadowman brought me here...?"

[melodic-mayh3m]

Shadow blinks as the prototype slumps in the bench. “Protoman…?” He reaches out a hand, only to draw it away just as fast. He was burning up.

Shit.

He quickly scanned the park, looking to see if anyone had noticed Blues fall to the ground. Nothing. It seemed that everyone was still minding their business.

[DWN-024 > DLN-000] Blues. Are you currently busy.

[DLN-000 > DWN-024] Nah, not really. Just finished some maintenance.

[DLN-000 > DWN-024] What’s up?

The ninja quickly scooped the still far too warm prototype into his arms, giving the park one last look—still no one—before teleporting away in a flash of indigo. He reappears shortly after in what looks to be an abandoned warehouse.

[DWN-024 > DLN-000] Are you aware of your alternates.

The network is quiet for a long moment, and Shadow can feel the exasperation in the First’s next reply.

[DLN-000 > DLN-024] … What did you do.

Shadow doesn’t dignify his Blues with a response, instead sending over a set of coordinates. He sets the alternate in his arms down on the ground, undoing the trench coat—and oh fuck he’s steaming—to try get some airflow to the prototype’s core.

The Ninja was in the process of undoing the first few buttons of Blues’s vest when he hears the familiar ‘BWOOP’ of someone teleporting in. He turned, seeing his own Protoman approaching at a rapid pace. The second First stops just short of the alternate, and stares.

“… You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"I am not."

"You—" There’s unintelligible mumbling that Shadow can’t quite make out. “Just… you opened his coat, yeah?" Blues sighs. "Just... go stand behind some crates or something. I’ll keep an eye on him till he wakes up”

Shadow frowns.

“I’m not going to—"

“The last thing he’s going to want to see is the person who caused him to go online,” Blues cut in. “You don’t have to leave, but he can’t see you when he wakes up.”

The two of them stare at each other for a long time. Shadow narrows his eye. Blues crosses his arms. Ultimately, the ninja grunts, melting into the shadows and slinking away to some corner of the room.

Once he was certain Shadow had actually listened, Blues sighed. Now they just had to wait, he supposed.

[kyabetsunomuses]

It would be several minutes before Blues's systems had cooled enough to reboot--steam pouring out of the seams of his chest hatch all the while.

The second he came online, he instantly registered three things: he was in an unfamiliar place, with an unfamiliar unit near him, and his clothing had been partially removed. Not a millisecond after that realization he sat up sharply and activated his buster, aiming it directly at the other unit's face.

His breaths came out as pants--partially due to him overheating, and partially due to his rising panic--but his glare (and buster aim) was firm.

"Who the fuck are you and what have you done to me," He hissed, combing through every inch of his code on a separate processor as he spoke. Nothing seemed out of place so far, but that didn't mean he was even close to safe.

The last thing he remembered was that Shadow... had the bastard drugged him or something?!

His core seized, sending hot tendrils of pain from his chest into his limbs, but he barely winced, his aim never faltering. No, this pain was bearable until he could get to safety. He was already mapping out the layout of the warehouse he was in, using GPS to figure out where he was.

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