AcXelerate-ing into battle!

► RP/Ask Blog for the 9th member of the Mighty Numbers, Beck! ► M!A: N/A

[rollcal1-blog]

- Independent RP/Ask Blog for Roll (Mega Man series) and Call (Mighty No. 9 series).

- 5+ years of RP experience, plus 1+ year of experience on another Tumblr RP blog.

- Multi-fandom and multi-muse friendly!

[mighty-no-9beck]

(Just throwing this idea out there to my mutuals, would anyone be up for a (before? eventual post? MM11) Roll and (post-MN9/MGB) Call? I was thinking just Roll at first, but I personally haven’t seen anyone do Call either so... been getting back into RPing on another site and I’ve been feeling like picking up on this site again, too...)

[kumo8159]

Mighty No.9　2周年！！

[kira-kira-stardust-blog]

“I think we should start doing music again.”

“What?”

“Let’s call ourselves… Kira Kira Stardust!”

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- RP/Ask blog about two runaway musician androids.

- 5+ years of RP experience, plus ~1 year of experience on another Tumblr RP blog.

- Entries/writing that loosely effect the story line alongside asks and threads.

- Multi-fandom and multi-muse friendly!

[mighty-no-9beck]

(Mm... I know I've said this before but these characters I feel truly passionate about, but I'm doing running RP blog. A couple of OCs in a bigger world I've created. It'll have some written entries in different forms [that may or not be based of Cytus II and VOEZ's story system] beside threads and asks but I wanna get a few more entries done beforehand to fall back on.

...so yeah. It just feels redundant, saying things and never fully going through with them. But, I want to try harder and stop giving up so quickly... otherwise, what's the point of even dreaming of something I'd never reach by giving up...?)

[mighty-no-9beck]

(Oops. Meant to upload these forever ago and never did. I don’t even have the original commentary for these... but this did start as just drawing the sad face, then I made it a base and drew multiple faces in order to balance out the sadness.

Also I totally learned finally how to draw Beck’s eyes properly. Took me long enough.)

[mighty-no-9beck]

(...Was going to post some old sketches but Tumblr is literally throwing a error at me for no seeable reason. So, that’s fun. I’ll try and post them later...)

[mighty-no-9beck]

(Btw, still gonna be around to check up on things and such, but I’m not gonna reply to any asks or threads at the moment. As mentioned, I’m kinda just brainstorming ideas and really not feeling up to exerting anything. I say I want to draw this or whatever, but the action isn’t... there. Maybe it’s the extra hours I’m doing at work, maybe it’s the promise of new technology soon that I’m just dragging by to get to. Dunno, it’s super frustrating honestly, but I’m trying to learn to live with it for the time being.

Gotta understand more that my creativity is a cycle and not a continuous thing...

Same applies for the other blog, too, sadly. But I really want to develop more of a story over there, so maybe I’ll come up with something while I’m in this mindset.)

[mighty-no-9beck]

(Random question... what do Xel bots even run on? I doubt they’d all use the same healing methods as Beck, especially since some of it is based around his absorption powers...? Are they solar powered, or can they consume food...? I mean, Beck/Call/Ray can do that in the virtual world, but that’s not... really food, right?

I got so many questions but no real answers... man this game needs a canon sequel already...)

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mighty-no-9beck:

“I’m… sorry to hear that.” Of course, there was nothing Beck could do about that, so he tried to not let the concern grab ahold of him. He hadn’t felt before, being surrounded by people who cared about him. But, of course, his family hadn’t caused him pain before. Conversations about his poor performance, fear of being left behind, and especially when his siblings had turned against him and nothing would stop them until he fought and cured them…

He shook it off before he could let it consume him. “So, um, you don’t have to come to a match if you don’t want to, but maybe… we could keep in touch?”

“Don’t be.  It’s got nothing to do with you.”  Oddly enough, Atlas didn’t always like sympathy.  He wasn’t used to it.  He didn’t know what to do with it.

“Keep in touch?”  He still didn’t understand this and he didn’t really want to put forth the effort into another friend right now.  However, he was having a hard time flat out refusing because of the revelation that Beck had no friends.

“I don’t know.  What would we talk about?”

[mighty-no-9beck]

“I don’t know... whatever friends talk about, I guess.” Whatever that exactly was. Most of the conversations he had with Call were pretty lackluster, and the ones he had with his siblings... well, varied between each member. Some were more talkative than others, and they usually leaned closer to either serious and comical. He didn’t feel like he really fit into those categories, though, so maybe he was more central. 

“Work, hobbies, um.... dunno, just things in general.” Did they really have much in common, though...? That mattered, right? “It’s not like it has to be often or anything, I’m sure you’re busy just as much as I am.”

[mighty-no-9beck]

(Came up with some new concepts to some old OCs and even a new one for a plot idea later on... but of course my RP partner got offline already orz)

[mighty-no-9beck]

sparkcalibur:

“Twice the adventure…” He snickered to himself as he rubbed the side of his face. His braid was draped around his left shoulder. Poking a few things around his desk it was a nice reunion to reunite with his old friends and see an old rival of course. So were these worlds connected?  Who knew.  Who really knew. It be nice to meet up again, but how and when? Beck’s world. His world.  Ekoro’s world. “Think I will see him again?  Her as well?” Enough sitting, maybe a walk would take his mind off of this.  Reaching for his green coat, he pulled it on and headed outside.  No need for his uniform. It was his casual gear. Placing his hands in his pockets, the young adept boy would head outside, maybe… if maybe see if he would run into his old friends.

The VR program booted up without any issues. Everything was the same as how it was before, along with nervous feeling of having to fight his siblings once again. It didn’t matter whether it was real or simulated, it still hurt. He just hoped the professor would understand if he wasn’t out by the time someone realized he was in the system. It was like trying to talk to a friend who lived far away, except there was absolutely no other way of communicating other than this.

There had to be a back door somewhere, right? Teseo couldn’t have just erased it with one restart, right? He tried not to worry as he walked around and analyzed everything closely, trying to find unordinary code or even leftover septima, having analyzed it before out of curiosity. Just any sign of a possible gateway. 

And that’s when he found it. The portal chipped away like it had before, but instead of seeing Teseo’s gateway, it was too bright to see anything, like walking out of a dark room into bright sunlight. Even though the light was comforting to say in the least, if he walked through it, there was no telling where he would be, and if he could even get back.... so he just decided to see if the portal would clear... 

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mighty-no-9beck:

“Outside of my family… like one?”  Of course, his family wasn’t small by any means, and they all adored him as older brothers and sisters usually do, but being the top team in the Colosseum sure didn’t mean they were always there to watch him. Trinity prefered to stay by Dr. White’s side, and he was still unsure if Ray and him were related, considering there was some connection. Call was the only non-familial friend he had, and even then she was busy working alongside Dr. Sanda. “They’re usually pretty busy though,” wasn’t an understatement.

“I don’t have too many friends.  I had none at one time.”  It wasn’t fun.  As independent as Atlas was, he needed for people to be there.  He was independent in the sense that he didn’t want people telling him what to do and he’d leave if they started to.

“Sounds familiar.  My father was never there except to yell at me.”

[mighty-no-9beck]

“I’m... sorry to hear that.” Of course, there was nothing Beck could do about that, so he tried to not let the concern grab ahold of him. He hadn’t felt before, being surrounded by people who cared about him. But, of course, his family hadn’t caused him pain before. Conversations about his poor performance, fear of being left behind, and especially when his siblings had turned against him and nothing would stop them until he fought and cured them...

He shook it off before he could let it consume him. “So, um, you don’t have to come to a match if you don’t want to, but maybe... we could keep in touch?”

[themn9archive-blog]

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mighty-no-9beck:

“Fair enough,” he just simply responded. No need to push it farther than it needed to go. He supposed it was a big favor to ask of him in the first place, and tried not to let him regret the question in the first place.

But, what Atlas had said after that was going to be the fun part to explain. After all… there really wasn’t anyone to invite. Practically everyone he knew already had connections to the Battle Colosseum, competitor or not, and that wasn’t many people to begin with. “I, um… don’t really have any friends to invite.” It wasn’t a total stretch.

“No friends?”  He almost asked why but that probably was a bad idea.  He’d been friendless before but not really for very long.  The robot servants at his father’s mansion had been his friends.  Saburo and the others were his friends for a time, even though it was fake.  Then Astro became his friend and he got others after that.  It was still a small number but bigger than none.

[mighty-no-9beck]

“Outside of my family... like one?”  Of course, his family wasn’t small by any means, and they all adored him as older brothers and sisters usually do, but being the top team in the Colosseum sure didn’t mean they were always there to watch him. Trinity prefered to stay by Dr. White’s side, and he was still unsure if Ray and him were related, considering there was some connection. Call was the only non-familial friend he had, and even then she was busy working alongside Dr. Sanda. “They’re usually pretty busy though,” wasn’t an understatement.

[softum-art]

oh you know

[mighty-no-9beck]

ocsareawesome replied to your post: (Honestly… just thinking about this while doing...

(I bet there’s like, 10 or so tv channels dedicated to Colosseum tournaments akin to how there’s like 20 channels irl dedicated to just various sports.)

(Yeah, that’s a true point, haha. I suppose there’s quite a few of them, so you’d have several matches going on at once instead of just at the one in San Francisco (?). 

I feel like that’s something I want expanded in the future. I’m sure there as expansive as how football stadiums are if they actually confine violence in this peaceful society, but all we really focus on is the one in the city [and for the first game in the series, I wasn’t expecting them to]. I just want to know how it all works canonically someday, I suppose.)