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((I should bring back Kalinka))
It's cold.
What are you doing? We were supposed to lay low!
I’m sorry, but I heard you talk about how much you wanted to learn how to knit! I just… I wanted you to be happy…
We are two displaced robots in hostile territory. What part of that can you not understand?  She grabs her sisters wrists firmly, and he first thought was how easily it could be snapped. Any other combat robot in the area would not be as gentle or forgiving.
I don’t imagine any version of Master will be happy to see me, and I know most if not all want you dead.Â
I-I understand.
The combat robot slowly nodded at her older sibling. She may have been made with weapons to fight, but she was completely committed to being a good sister. Sometimes, that clouded her better judgement.
I’ll be more careful.
Look. We're stuck here. Together. She bites back the irritation at that thought.
We're going to make the best of it. She gave a promise and a threat all in one.
Are you cold? I don't really know how you work. Do you run poorly and sub-optimal temperatures?Â
What are you doing? We were supposed to lay low!
I’m sorry, but I heard you talk about how much you wanted to learn how to knit! I just… I wanted you to be happy…
We are two displaced robots in hostile territory. What part of that can you not understand?  She grabs her sisters wrists firmly, and he first thought was how easily it could be snapped. Any other combat robot in the area would not be as gentle or forgiving.
I don't imagine any version of Master will be happy to see me, and I know most if not all want you dead.Â
You may be a Cosmetic Bot but you're not a killing machine!
So ya know what I am? Sorry, Anon. It’s like, nothing personal.
She took out the knife and slit the throat of the grayface before stabbing him in the back.
I’m like, just doin’ my job~
Damn. We didn’t have models like you where I come from.Â
Hm? You look kinda like the first son… Only you’re like, a woman. Care to come back to the tower with me?
Not if your going to be puling that stunt. I think I’ll stay here. Besides I have someone I can’t leave behind. She too dumb to care for herself very well.
((look, ma, i'm an omega-verser))
We’re homeless.
Proto tastes the bitter finality on her tongue. We’re orphans and we’re homeless.
She kicks another piece of metal against the worn, brick wall into a kind of lean-to. This would be her sheltered for the night. No, their shelter. She looks to Rokko.
More than a dozen and a half robot masters in that Tower and it had to be you.
She catches her reflection on a piece of metal that isn’t as severely rusted as the rest. She was once proud, noble, a thing to be respected and feared. Oh, she was never exactly well put together – the type of ragged, tattered clothing came with the job – but now… She looks down at her dirty and muddy pants. At least she had always been clean.
The town was cold, and just familiar enough for all to seem disorienting.  It was probably winter time there, and while they were both robotic, they couldn’t afford any damage. There was no one to repair them any longer.
((I have no idea who to ask, so I'm going to just post it here.Â
Rokko and I would like to join the OmegaVerse! We know there are canon lightbots, but we were hoping to play refugee Rokko and Proto, as in they were displaced when they ran from Wily after he tried to make them into Emily.
My question is, will you allow us? If you think it would not work out, that's fine, and we can continue with our own verse or join another! It's just always better to have people to talk to))
((what verse am i in anymore, does anyone know?))
((MAKE UP A VERSE))
((Me and Rokko are staying together, soooo, I guess I'm wondering around in Limbo for a while?))
((what verse am i in anymore, does anyone know?))
What the hell is happening?
What the HELL is going on?
((yo, yo, I'm going to do an Au of LP where she really did become Wily's queen. The first post is a heart breaker.))
((I WANT TO RP EVERYTHING AND IDK WHAT TO DO))
Long time, no see.Â
ladyproto started following you
I’ve been around humans too long. I was much more blunt at one point too.
She uncomfortable strokes her scarf as she ponders.
She shot me. You know that much, but she’s… we’re trying I guess. There is another version of us that loves his little brother dearly. I just haven’t been able to forget it all.Â
And you?
It’s not about that. I’m blunt with you, because you’re me. If I can’t be blunt with myself then I’ve got more problems than I realize. Anyone else can have the courtesy of a conversation filled with niceties.
And it seems his energy is starting to die again, he sits down, leaning against the building behind him. He doesn’t seem to care much about if the bricks are comfortable or not against his frame, he just wants to sit.
…only met mine again the other day. Neither of us were feeling well enough to cause a fuss. We’ll …see how things go when or if we actually talk about everything. And if our dear sister doesn’t have a say in things.Â
Sister? There's a third child?
Uh... hey?
Rock? You actually spoke to me first?
…you can regret anythin’ you choose to. Free will is horrible that way.
He sighs.
I don’t like the situation either, but there ain’t any fixin’ it now. He went back ‘fore they got me online anyway…
I haven’t spoke to him. I heard through other sources that his face has been melted or something.
…jesus… I didn’t think Wily could get much worse than he has been lately…Â
You should remember. He gets much, much worse.Â
((questions, prompts, plots, anything?))
((poke him))
Uh... hey?
Rock? You actually spoke to me first?
…I don’t need to be upset ‘bout the fact I exist. I’ve been given a chance to have a better life, an’ I ain’t goin’ to spit on that.
The machine sighs, shaking his head.
I only doubted it once. An’ seein’ as she was hurtin’ at the time, I forgave her for what she said. If anythin’, the other me has it much worse. He’s still stuck back there, after havin’ some small taste of freedom… I can’t imagine what that must feel like now.
The only thing wrong ‘bout any of this, is that I exist solely so that he can continue to suffer.
I guess… She hesitates. I don’t like it. I’m not going to be hateful about it, but it makes me uncomfortable.
You can’t regret a life.Â
…you can regret anythin’ you choose to. Free will is horrible that way.
He sighs.
I don’t like the situation either, but there ain’t any fixin’ it now. He went back ‘fore they got me online anyway…
I haven't spoke to him. I heard through other sources that his face has been melted or something.