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“Hello, I’ve come to deliver the egg! Some research was done into what may come out, and I believe this will be what you’ll get.”
“Please take good care of it!”
Kopin peered at the image while he took the egg carefully, giving a low whistle. “Hey, that’s a pretty cool-looking bug~.” He wrapped the egg in his scarf before taking it inside, calling out, “Oy, Quint! We should start a Bug Pokemon house!”
At least it would fit in with Quint’s Nincada and Sewaddle...
Pokemon Event!
“In penance for ‘unnecessary violence’ against wild Pokemon, I’m now part of an adoption drive. Community service.” “I am given a hundred random Pokemon Eggs to redistribute far and wide.” “All you need to do is click ‘Reblog’ (Not Like!) to receive an egg. Limited to one per person. You must also hatch it on your own.” “In order to receive your gift, you must activate the ‘Submit’ function of your residence. In other words your doors, mailboxes or whatnot must be open to receive your new friend. Otherwise we cannot deliver.” “Anyone who registers and did not activate the Submit function will not have a second chance. We cannot entrust a precious life to someone who couldn’t follow basic instructions.” “No ‘Personal Blogs’ or Mun Blogs please. I’m sorry, but your worlds are off limits for the adoption drive.” “The event ends on the 26th of June or stock runs out. All tickets after that will be ignored, so please submit early!”
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HC humans
((Quint is very neutral towards humans as a whole; he knows that there are bad humans and good humans, and that there are humans who simply do what they think is best, regardless if it’s considered “good” or “bad”. He wouldn’t go out of his way to harm one, but he would if it was a matter of protecting other people.
Kopin is extremely suspicious of them, given that he didn’t know humans all that well, and would rather avoid them if he can. Given that he lives in a robot-heavy place, that is often quite easy on his part.))
Quint had promised that he would visit, and visit he would despite his fears of going to a place that he hadn’t really been fond of in his own world. Kopin would be fine on his own, he was sure. But he did need to make friends and keep friends, and he had really liked his counterpart as a person.
He adjusted the poncho around him that he typically wore and the hat on his head. Usually, he went helmetless, but it was probably for the best that he not get recognized as Quint by anyone that Cinco knew.
After he managed to find a portal that at least superficially appeared to be from Cinco’s world, he took a look around, trying to see if he could spot anything that would indicate that he was in the right place – or the right world, at least.
((OTL I am so sorry it took this long to get this to you!))
Meanwhile, the other Quint was attempting to haul some large machinery into the fortress. Of course, he was sent to do this alone, which meant he had to take frequent breaks to set down the heavy equipment. It was during one of those breaks that he spotted a figure nearby. He carefully approached, ready to summon up a buster if this person meant trouble.
“Hello?”
Ah, it looked as if he had found the right place after all! Quint smiled brightly when he found his counterpart, and ran up to him. “Cinco, hey! I s-said that I would visit, didn’t I?” It was just as well that he had run into his counterpart before anyone else in this universe.
He glanced over at the heavy equipment; it didn’t take a genius to figure out what the other had been doing even without having seen him do it. “D-Do you need some help w-with that?” That looked like a lot for one small robot to move by himself.
Quint squeaked again. “Y-Yes! I want to h-help!” He loved building new robots and being a little assistant in general.
“Good, you can do that. And tonight you’ll help me with dinner?”
“Of c-course! I would always h-help you with that!”
((So apparently Tumblr ate Quint’s drafts. I was able to remember two of the people that I had to reply to and one person to send a starter to, but if I didn’t reply to anyone as Quint, a link to the post would be appreciated. c:))
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Had he been a few years younger, the Copybot would have been screaming and crying. But in the past several years living with Quint, he had grown up somewhat, and often vented his frustration by running outside in the streets of the abandoned district. Well, it was abandoned by the humans. A few Robot Masters and sympathizers lived there, of course.
After a long while, Kopin skidded to a halt, sniffling and wiping at his nose with his scarf. Stupid, stupid Quint, how could he have not told him something that important?!
Skull laughed a bit at Kopin’s statement about Wily. “You’re right, i’m glad I don’t live with him like some of the other bots. That would be hell for me.” The skeleton bot wiped his eyes and stood up straighter. “Your not half-bad at this kind of stuff yourself, ya’ know?”
“Yeah, be glad for that, it’s never nice living there!” the Copybot insisted, standing on his tiptoes as if trying to make himself look bigger and more like a person that should be listened to in a way that a kid would. He grinned back at him, knowing the compliment for what it was. “Thank ya! I haven’t gotten much practice helpin’ others out, y’know, but apparently I should do that more often?”
“Well, i’m not sure about that, but you sure helped me.” Skull said. “Trust me, if I had a mouth, i’d be smiling right now.” At that, the skeleton bot pulled his hood back over his face, and internally smiled.
Kopin was beaming widely; he was the epitome of a happy child right now, and was that a bit of pride on his face as well. “I’m glad! Seriously, I am!” He rocked his feet a bit. “What’cha gonna do now, then?” he asked awkwardly.
As for Kopin, this was his home, and not something that he would have to be amazed by. He took little notice of the fact that there were wild animals around, and that there were real live trees. As far as he was concerned, they were around and will always be around.
The copy of Megaman couldn’t stay in the sphere all the time, so he’d dressed in a T-shirt and shorts and his purple scarf, grabbed a rather worn-out soccer ball that he and Quint had fished from the trash and cleaned up, and was currently kicking it around the streets, pretending to be a soccer star. Sure, he could always go to the field, but it was more fun on the streets!
Besides, there wasn’t anyone here, except for that one person with the blond hair, and he was making sure to try to stay away from him. He didn’t want someone to yell at him because he accidentally hit them with the ball.
Unfortunately for Kopin, a car speeding by honked its horn rather loudly, causing the Copybot to misaim his kick. He winced as he watched the soccer ball fly towards the stranger’s head, and, in the split second that he had processed it, he was already yelling out to him.
“Oy, heads up, ball comin’ your way!”
Green flicked sidelong as the voice called across the street to him, but in all honesty, he didn’t parse the words at first; he was a bit more focused on the vinyl ball arcing down towards his head. Which, unsurprisingly, instinct (and split-second calculations) told him that flat-palming right out of the air was clearly the correct course of action.
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Kopin hoped that the stranger didn't yell at him for the ball; despite how much he could snark back at people, he didn't like being yelled at for something that was a genuine accident, and it would leave him sulking for a good, long time afterwards.
But the stranger's actions made him gape, as he watched the ball eventually rest at his ankles. He put one foot on the ball, not kicking it again, and stared at Rei. "That was totally awesome! I have gotta figure out how to do that one day!" Calculating the projectory that the other had used and promising himself that he would figure out how to make it apply to him, he turned towards the man.
"Yeah well... I didn't mean to kick it all the way to you! I got honked at by some jerk in a car!" He awkwardly fidgeted with his scarf. Really, the stranger wasn't mad at him for an accident was he?
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Had he been a few years younger, the Copybot would have been screaming and crying. But in the past several years living with Quint, he had grown up somewhat, and often vented his frustration by running outside in the streets of the abandoned district. Well, it was abandoned by the humans. A few Robot Masters and sympathizers lived there, of course.
After a long while, Kopin skidded to a halt, sniffling and wiping at his nose with his scarf. Stupid, stupid Quint, how could he have not told him something that important?!
“Oh, believe me, I was loads happier. I could be with my family, and not just wander around to vent my anger all the time.” Skull clenched his fists tightly. “You’re right. I bet if it was Light that built me, I would’ve been told immediately after my creation.But I got the bad end of the stick, so to speak… the balding, mean, nasty part of the stick.” Skull muttered, a tear nearly forming, although he silently sniffed it back before it could fall.
“Well, uh…” Now what to say to him? Kopin didn’t want to offend him! “I mean, having a family that likes you is a nice thing.” And something that he didn’t have unless one counted Quint, ironically enough. “He might’ve but you dunno that, so don’t think about it too much? ‘Cause the old man’s a bastard and you shouldn’t take anything he says and does personally!”
Skull laughed a bit at Kopin’s statement about Wily. “You’re right, i’m glad I don’t live with him like some of the other bots. That would be hell for me.” The skeleton bot wiped his eyes and stood up straighter. “Your not half-bad at this kind of stuff yourself, ya’ know?”
“Yeah, be glad for that, it’s never nice living there!” the Copybot insisted, standing on his tiptoes as if trying to make himself look bigger and more like a person that should be listened to in a way that a kid would. He grinned back at him, knowing the compliment for what it was. “Thank ya! I haven’t gotten much practice helpin’ others out, y’know, but apparently I should do that more often?”
"What am I?!"
Hana’s response to that was a short, delighted chirp. Hopefully, in her form, she would be able to remember inviting them over—and hopefully when she’s back in her normal form it’d be easier to communicate with both Quint and Copy. Somewhat contented to just lie down, Hana just watched the two bots scarf down what remained of the cake.
There was clear displeasure in her features at the discovery of how it was hard for them to acquire ingredients, and after Copy’s remark, she gently rapped her beak against the table, hopefully not making indentations as she did so. “Since you already know how to go here, you can bake here and make use supply you don’t have.”
Baking was something Hana learned to enjoy—it was more enjoyable if she worked along with someone else.
When she’s back in her original form, that is.
The two bots had scarfed down most of the cake by the time that they were done eating, with maybe just enough left for either Hana or Sakura to have a piece if either of them wanted it later. In reality, Quint was finished early, and Kopin had eaten most of the cake before Quint had stopped him from eating the last piece.
“Eh? Really?” Kopin perked brightly, even as Quint stared at Hana with some surprise.
“B-But... doesn’t it c-cost you money to b-buy the ingredients?” the green bot asked her. Wouldn’t he have to pay her back for the ingredients one day? He wasn’t sure if he could take advantage of her kindness like that. But if she insisted...
“C’mon, Quint, she’s the one offering! Besides, chocolate!” Kopin pleaded. “...Well, at least when she’s a robot again I’ll be happy to do that, I think cooking with a dragon watching would be weird.”
Quint just gave him a dry look.
It would have been one thing if where he’d been dropped, at that exact moment in time, was unfamiliar. If it had been any other random portal, leading to any other random time or place, spitting him out into any other random location, then he would be in a very different boat right now.
But from where he was standing right now, it was all eerily…familiar. The plant life was actual plant matter, not biomechanical. The birds crying overhead were actual birds, not mechaniloids. The humans – there actually were humans. And everything from the design of the cars parked alongside the road to the shapes of the buildings spreading out further and further away into proper a city skyline gave him the uncanny sensation that, sometime very long ago, he’d been here before.
He supposed it was sheer dumb luck that he’d come out of the Rift where he had, tucked fortuitously down a small sidestreet leading to a residential area of the larger town it was clearly bordering. He wasn’t sure if things would be worse or better had he been spotted by anyone here just yet.
Force of habit led him to brush one hand past his commlink, trying to raze Command to mark his last-known coordinates before the portal wove itself closed once again, but all he got in reply was the low drone of disconnected static. A sigh passed his lips. “Great.”
As for Kopin, this was his home, and not something that he would have to be amazed by. He took little notice of the fact that there were wild animals around, and that there were real live trees. As far as he was concerned, they were around and will always be around.
The copy of Megaman couldn't stay in the sphere all the time, so he'd dressed in a T-shirt and shorts and his purple scarf, grabbed a rather worn-out soccer ball that he and Quint had fished from the trash and cleaned up, and was currently kicking it around the streets, pretending to be a soccer star. Sure, he could always go to the field, but it was more fun on the streets!
Besides, there wasn't anyone here, except for that one person with the blond hair, and he was making sure to try to stay away from him. He didn't want someone to yell at him because he accidentally hit them with the ball.
Unfortunately for Kopin, a car speeding by honked its horn rather loudly, causing the Copybot to misaim his kick. He winced as he watched the soccer ball fly towards the stranger's head, and, in the split second that he had processed it, he was already yelling out to him.
"Oy, heads up, ball comin' your way!"
It would have been one thing if where he'd been dropped, at that exact moment in time, was unfamiliar. If it had been any other random portal, leading to any other random time or place, spitting him out into any other random location, then he would be in a very different boat right now.
But from where he was standing right now, it was all eerily...familiar. The plant life was actual plant matter, not biomechanical. The birds crying overhead were actual birds, not mechaniloids. The humans -- there actually were humans. And everything from the design of the cars parked alongside the road to the shapes of the buildings spreading out further and further away into proper a city skyline gave him the uncanny sensation that, sometime very long ago, he'd been here before.
He supposed it was sheer dumb luck that he'd come out of the Rift where he had, tucked fortuitously down a small sidestreet leading to a residential area of the larger town it was clearly bordering. He wasn't sure if things would be worse or better had he been spotted by anyone here just yet.
Force of habit led him to brush one hand past his commlink, trying to raze Command to mark his last-known coordinates before the portal wove itself closed once again, but all he got in reply was the low drone of disconnected static. A sigh passed his lips. "Great."
Quint literally squeaked in excitement. “Newbuilts!”
“Yes, baby newbuilts,” he grinned. “Three of them. You get to help me with them.”
Quint squeaked again. “Y-Yes! I want to h-help!” He loved building new robots and being a little assistant in general.
“You’re building robots?” Quint said with honest curiosity. Were he of an older AI, he likely would have teased Ixion about how he had phrased it.
“I am, I’m building three of them, and you’re their uncle.” Naturally.
Quint literally squeaked in excitement. “Newbuilts!”
Quint let out a noise of surprise, but it was more of an act as he let Ixion pick him up. “What’ve you b-been working on?” he asked.
“Making babies,” he said casually, settling the heavier unit securely on his hip.
“You’re building robots?” Quint said with honest curiosity. Were he of an older AI, he likely would have teased Ixion about how he had phrased it.
“…? What’s wrong?” Quint asked, tilting his head.
Ixion pounced, grinning as he scooped his older brother up. “I’ve been working on something in my lab~”
Quint let out a noise of surprise, but it was more of an act as he let Ixion pick him up. “What’ve you b-been working on?” he asked.
