Seeing as Horuss (understandably) garnered no response from Dirk, his attention turns back toward the point in space in which Jane used to inhibit. Now, there was only air. Not even an heir, just air. Great. He gently pats Sawtooth’s arm, if only to ease him down from……Whatever garbage he just expelled auditorily. Was that supposed to pass for language, or was he hurt?
Trigger, out of empathy for Saw’s miserable situation, whinnies and proceeds to stand back up. He pulls a small step ladder out of its inventory, stepping up it to the best of his abilities. A few small metal arms come out of his back once at the top of the steps, immediately working to open the back of Saw’s head to make repairs. It seemed as though his voicebox could only be repaired to a certain extent with the current iteration; in order to restore it fully, the partition of his programming regarding language would have to be thoroughly scraped through and perhaps re-ordered. For now, Trigger only acts to fix what he could physically, oiling certain joints and replacing what he could. He then steps down, returning the step ladder to his inventory. He then trots over to the pool, licking the water.
He’s steampowered, he aint gotta worry about that shit.
Horuss looks over at Trigger, back to the large bot, back to Trigger. He worriedly looked at Trigger, worriedly looked at Saw, taking out some milk from his inventory to drink. It was a nice gesture, sure, but. Trigger, poking around another bot while they’re still robo-conscious is weird. He opens up his notebook, jotting down some theories toward Saws construction, as well as a few notes about restrictions he should place on Trigger’s behavior.
H-hEY GET OUTTA THERE. The two of them both response with raised hands and expressions of an incredulous nature- less so on the robot that lacked facial plating for such things, but the irate noise he makes in response definitely mimics his creators face. He takes a step back again- eyeballing the tiny horse… Well alright then. Maybe it had an autofix function- he notices the troll doesn’t seem terribly content at the ponybot just molesting all in his brobots headcase. They both react disheartened when he moves to peep and continues to still squawk.
" Ah- uh.. He isn’t supposed to do that.", he speaks in response to the confusion at the absolute lack of rapping he spews when he vocalizes; holding his hands up somewhat defensively. Then again saying he isn’t supposed to do that implies he either the robot is improperly made or improperly taken care of, and he is full of mild regrets again. But there was no point wasting his time explaining it- he was going to get Roxy to help him fix it later-
Wait. Where did Roxy go? Shit fucking damn all these ladies. Whats with these unreliable ladies. Now he was with JAKE and THIS WEIRD BUT INTERESTING TROLL HORSE BOY alone. Yeah yeah, Sawtooth, you’re always still here to back up a bro.
" .. Is there a code word, somewhere, that we’re missing? And it’s just all sniping us like some fun fucking game? Now I know this is uu. Bullshit games. Not a fan of these games." he hums lowly to himself; posed strained and offensively at the open air and no one else in particular.
“……Shame. One would think a model of this caliber would be taken care of properly.” Horuss finished making his notes, gesturing for Trigger to come forward. “Oh what was the time anyhow, drat, I really must be off to find Rufioh regardless of it. Does time even flow linearly within this environment? Toodles!”
Trigger walked over from the pool.
Jake subsequently glared at weird but interesting horseboy.
“He’s taken care of properly damn well!”
“Ludacris. Vocal malfunctions don’t happen overnight.”
“Okay but what if it did you slime gottling lout!”
“What? Pompous womp!”
“Fuddy dud!”
“MISCREANT.”
“CACOETHES CHURNER”
“INSOMNOLENT LEECH”
“STUPID”
Horuss gasped and left the room. Trigger followed after him playing a theme picked up in the Weeaboo tribe. You know, for effect.
And so ends the reign (snort) of kinda sorta troll Dirk. Back to batshorts,
Jake SHOOK HIS FIST AT HORUSS AND HIS STUPID PONY THING, going over to give Saw another hug. It was in part because having a hug in the aftermath of a fight was nice, in part because if anyone needed a hug in these troubling times, it would definitely be Saw.
“If UU was involved wouldn’t the conditional for remaining in the castle be drawings of anime people uncomfortably touching hands and stuff? And wouldn’t the girls be the only ones he kept in the place? I don’t think he thinks much of anyone except for y- Well okay that’s not a fair remark. Hehe. He is *snrk* MY LORD and all. We are sort of buddies, but not really because he’s kind of a jerk.”
Did he ever tell Dirk that UU told him a code? And he gave Jane the code for the? And that partially led to. And then. THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO ONLY BE ONE BIG SECRET PLOT THING KEPT FROM DIRK FOR HIS OWN GOOD, WHAT THE HELL??
.. The entire situation is taken in with an expression of mild confusion. He would’ve attempted to have a word in on the state of Sawtooth- as would the brobot himself, but neither of Horuss or Jake were giving any time to get in edge wise. So he stands there, mouth slightly agape, till the troll makes its way out with his painfully adorable robot pony, blaring god damned anime tunes. It was painfully surreal. He nearly jumped when Jake turned back at him to talk about the actual matters at hand.
And him giving Saw a hug- which the mechanic did reciprocate with a soft squishing of his own with metal arms. Even though it was weird and made Dirk give him a sidelong glance.
" I guess yeah, no, definitely not enough weird softcore notporn for uu.", he shrugs to himself, blinking and turning a full turn to look around them. And the big. Empty. Pool. And just them. Solid, he could be out exploring or doing anything else other then this. If it wasn’t Caliborn making fun of him, someone was. " .. You feel like exploring without disappearing on me, bro?"
Later, this moment became immortalized in the form of a painting showing a gaping Dirk, a screaming Jake and Horuss, and a pony fucking things up. A pool of water is shown in the background, thought to signify the futility of the human existence. While the true artist remains unknown, the painting is commonly referred to as "Salvador Dali's Anime Bastards".
Jake finished up hugging Saw, rectifying the squabble, turning his attention back to Dirk. "I don't believe I have absquatulation in the books for today. If anything abnormal tries to occur, I'll simply believe myself out of the dilemma."
Wait. Exploration. That implies adventure. Adventure.
"....Dirk how big do you suppose this place is anyhow. When you say exploration, do you mean just the castle or what surrounds the castle too? Is there a possibility we're on a completely new world? Hell, unless things completely reconfigured, of course we are."
Jake ran to the changing room to grab a towel, tying it around his waist. In his hand is a small, yellow pair of godtier undies, likely to go without use for a long, long, long, long time. Before re-emerging, he only bothered to place on one of his godtier shirts, the other one slipping on right as he re-entered the room. As a consequence of his haste, the yellow sad excuse for a crotch-cover momentarily falls to the floor.
His batshorts remain on.
"You bet your ass we're going exploring, motherfucker!" Jake picked up his god tier...pants off the floor, his expression beginning to emanate blind ambition. Adventure. He started to leave the room, walking backwards to keep tabs on how far behind Dirk was. "If we hurry I bet we can get at least 15% of the world charted by sundown!!" ADVENTURE.
