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@mxchamxn
"Oh, you're tellin' me you're not referencing - who says 'claim'?"
"I do motherfucker. I'm not referencing shit."
Indie Robert Robertson ask/rp blog from the series Dispatch Mun is 28+ with 16 years rp experience Crossover, OC, Dupe, Multi-ship, and multi-verse friendly. Dispatched by Mike (he/him) Semi-selective/ would prefer followers to at least be 18+
"That's a Mecha Man original."
Rules / About
If Robert did play videogames his fave would be TitanFall 2 and you can't change my mind on this.
"That sounds fair." Thera took another slug of her drink, sliding her awareness of the other group onto the periphery; as in, she wasn't paying them direct attention but she could side-eye enough of their reflections in the bar window to know if they moved. "I'm starting to feel like I'm in a 50's sitcom ... " She dropped her voice to a mocking imitation, "'Dis is our turf!'" Then gave a snort.
"I hear you, though ... I won't start shit if they don't." And hopefully if the glaring didn't work they'd just give up and slink away.
"So ... " Time for a subject change, "are you from around here," Her English accent gave away that she definitely wasn't, "or recently moved in?"
"Yeah, I'm from around here." Robert nodded making sure to keep tabs on the group himself just to make sure they weren't making any sort of move anytime soon but they seemed to be just sitting put and just glaring a hole into the back of his head. He could live with that.
Taking another sip of his drink, he looked towards her for a moment. "Something tells me you're not, though. Are you here for work or just vacation? If it's the latter, then I gotta admit you might have chosen a pretty poor time to visit."
“Sounds like quite the team” he says glancing at him before chuckling at his next question. Having him sit down he’s already making him an ice pack.
“Call me Gambit, beau” he says coming back up with a tissue and having him lift his chin. Cleaning him up best he can before having Robert put the ice pack on.
“From the x-men. I was just called in to fill in for someone for a lil while. And of course heard about you and your crew” he says leaning back against the table as red eyes look him over.
“It’s Robert, right?”
X-men? He could already hear the joke Visi would be making right now in his head and shook his own softly. He'd heard of them but he didn't know all that much if he was being honest. "Yeah, that's me." He sighed. Robert could take care of himself, he had done many times before, and when he was much more hurt than this but if this guy was offering then who was he to say no? He also wasn't all that surprised to hear that this Gambit guy had heard about the Z-team. They were pretty well known at this point.
"Nice to meet you."
I'm not dead I promise. Monster Hunter got me.
The newlyweds are now both lord.
I will get to what little I have to get to soon... I'm so close to lording Rogue on Rivals and I need it.
@mxchamxn cont. from here.
He makes a face as Robert wipes the blood on his shirt. His shirt is so bright the red is incredibly noticeable. Clicking his tongue in disappointment he comes up to the former hero. Turning him and resting a hand on the thinner man’s back.
“C’mon chére, let’s get you cleaned up at least. And some ice, unless you want to be made fun of by those you work with” he says already leading him down the hall. He’s seen how they treat him, that’s not really how hero’s should act but what’s he to say about that… gambit wasn’t always the good guy either.
He couldn't help but snort in amusement at that. "Those fuckers would make fun of me for much less, honestly." In a way that was part of the Z-Teams' charm. They were like this weird fucked up little family that insulted each other, made jokes at each other's expense, but would leap at the chance to fight or defend each other. It's what they'd done at the Sardine after all.
Robert couldn't really say he recognised the guy, and also felt like an accent like that would be something that sticks in your mind but he didn't recognise that either. "I'm sorry, but who are you exactly? Not to be rude, but, would feel a lot better if I had an idea of who you are."
Consider... Mecha Man but the Mech is just Titan BT-7274
Flambae seeing Roberts scars for the first time: You look like you tried to have sex with a lawnmower but somehow got topped by it.
Robert: ... Why are you like this?
imagine Robert and your muse ripping into someone like he does to Flambae in chapter 1 together. Sarcastic asshole friendships.
shout outs to that random guy that joined my RE5 game (I didn't expect anyone to actually join). We tore that shit up.
"Is that blood?" — from Gambit
Three word prompts / @micsmasmuses
"You should see the other guys..." He muttered, wiping the blood from his nose and then wiping it down against his shirt, which was sporting a few holes and blood stains. Robert hadn't really banked on getting into such a heavy brawl, but he seemed to just attract danger left and right. Guess it came with the superhero gig, huh?
Noticing the concerned look in the other man's eyes, he exhaled softly. "I've been through worse, trust me, I'll live."
"Oh, you're tellin' me you're not referencing - who says 'claim'?"
"I do motherfucker. I'm not referencing shit."
Indie Robert Robertson ask/rp blog from the series Dispatch Mun is 28+ with 16 years rp experience Crossover, OC, Dupe, Multi-ship, and multi-verse friendly. Dispatched by Mike (he/him) Semi-selective/ would prefer followers to at least be 18+
"That's a Mecha Man original."
Rules / About
Fair enough point. Audrey wasn't sure how long it took her but his guess on a break being over sounded right. Already retreating from the table and taking her own trip to the vending machine. With her focus now primarily on a can of some energy drink, she just throws out a thumbs up.
Her original goal was to get some caffeine in her anyways. The largest can she found in there just short of being as big as her head and the damn thing had to fall the wrong way. It missed the cup that carried stuff to a slide. It lands on its side near the floor of the machine and if this were a normal one, she could just reach her arm in but no. She huffs and has to stick her hand into the awkward cylindrical compartment to try and fix the damn thing. It should be simple, just let the threads slink in. A second or two and the smokey strands were visible through the glass. Now that she can see what she's doing, the act of grabbing a can was way easier. Five vaguely bundled chords of those threads twist, the hand halfway into the machine guiding them to work like fingers. Another few seconds and it's grabbed and lifted back up into the slide as her wrist twists to further puppeteer the false hand to drop it off right. Her focus had been on being careful and not fuck up a delicate task, that when gravity finished the job, she didn't actually catch the drink. It just landed on her hand crushing her fingers awkwardly. That surprise at least didn't cause a spike out and the thread constructs just unraveled and evaporated into the air. Which part she was more embarrassed about, the petty use of powers or being outplayed by gravity is not clear to her. Either way, she's avoiding eye-contact even more while cracking open the tab.
Robert had seen so much weirder shit, and if he hadn't ratted on some of the shit he'd seen, he sure as hell wasn't going to rat her out on this. Hell, he'd used his own tricks to get the damn machine to give up its snacks when it was being less than cooperative. "I didn't see anything." He chuckled dryly, shaking his head softly.
"Have a good second half of your shift, yeah?"
Okay, but imagine Tony Stark, Robert Robertson., and Royd all collaborating on a suit.
Soon.
