Our Saviour?

Megaman Legends OC Name: Weiss Alteir (Pronounced Vice 'ol tair) Codename: Rockman "Saviour" Age: ?? (3000+)

[ijuinenzan]

“It’s fine.” Pen mumbled softly, once she was on her feet again. Instinctively, she took a smaller voice to match his. 

“Do you have some business at IPC? Is it something I could help you with?”

[rockman-saviour]

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. He couldn’t possibly have anything to do here, since he really didn’t even know where he was. However, he could at least ask a question.

“I’m…not sure where…here, is. Could you tell me?” His voice remained quiet, only barely loud enough to be heard.

[ijuinenzan]

“Ah, yeah… sure.” She gave him a slightly odd look, but then sorta wished she could take it back. Pen had been in some pretty odd situations herself before. 

“You’re in Dentech City, Electopia. Year 20xx. This is the IPC gaming and electronics company you’re walking into.”

[rockman-saviour]

If the name of the city didn’t throw him off, the year certainly did. He didn’t mean for it too, but his voice spiked just a bit as he spoke up. “20xx?!” Quickly, his tone quieted again, but alarm was still evident in it. “But, it should be 22xx, right? What are IPC and Electopia? I’ve...never heard of any of these things.

Do...you know where the nearest Neo Arcadia precinct is?”

[ijuinenzan]

“Ahh… oh geez… these are really important…” She mumbled, while shifting them all into a pile. She took the ones offered to her, and hummed in thanks. 

“Th-thanks!” She bowed her head in gratitude, and made sure everything was where it should be. 

[rockman-saviour]

His voice was only a whisper when he managed to get a ‘sorry’ out, his cheeks dusting pink in embarrassment. Seems like asking for help was a bad idea. He hadn’t even gotten two steps inside and already was causing trouble.

Weiss shook his head at the words of thanks, trying to let her know there was no need for them, since he felt this was his fault in the first place.

[ijuinenzan]

“It’s fine.” Pen mumbled softly, once she was on her feet again. Instinctively, she took a smaller voice to match his. 

“Do you have some business at IPC? Is it something I could help you with?”

[rockman-saviour]

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. He couldn’t possibly have anything to do here, since he really didn’t even know where he was. However, he could at least ask a question.

“I’m...not sure where...here, is. Could you tell me?” His voice remained quiet, only barely loud enough to be heard.

[ijuinenzan]

Pen’s papers spilled from her arms as she (tried to) walk out of IPC. She hadn’t really been looking where she was going, so when she ended up suddenly sitting on the ground, she looked more than a little confused. 

Once she got her bearings, she got up on her knees, and began picking the papers back up. 

[rockman-saviour]

Weiss didn’t apologize right away, mostly out of panic, but he did drop down almost immediately to help pick up the girl’s papers. It was partially his fault she had been knocked over, after all.

Once they were in a semi-neat stack he held them out to the girl and gave a faint apologetic smile. If he wasn’t afraid of messing up or sounding like an idiot, he’d be apologizing verbally too.

[ijuinenzan]

“Ahh… oh geez… these are really important…” She mumbled, while shifting them all into a pile. She took the ones offered to her, and hummed in thanks. 

“Th-thanks!” She bowed her head in gratitude, and made sure everything was where it should be. 

[rockman-saviour]

His voice was only a whisper when he managed to get a ‘sorry’ out, his cheeks dusting pink in embarrassment. Seems like asking for help was a bad idea. He hadn’t even gotten two steps inside and already was causing trouble.

Weiss shook his head at the words of thanks, trying to let her know there was no need for them, since he felt this was his fault in the first place.

[rockman-saviour]

He had no clue where he was at right now. He had just taken a short detour, or so he thought, but now he was completely lost. Somehow he had gone from traveling through a heavily forested area to wandering around a city area.

He thought about asking where he was, but he didn’t know anyone here and everyone seemed busy, so he just kept walking. 

Eventually, he decided wandering aimlessly wasn’t doing him any good. So he walked into a nearby building to see if he could get some help. Immediately as he walked inside however, he bumped into another person, knocking them over by accident.

Whoops.

[ijuinenzan]

Pen’s papers spilled from her arms as she (tried to) walk out of IPC. She hadn’t really been looking where she was going, so when she ended up suddenly sitting on the ground, she looked more than a little confused. 

Once she got her bearings, she got up on her knees, and began picking the papers back up. 

[rockman-saviour]

Weiss didn’t apologize right away, mostly out of panic, but he did drop down almost immediately to help pick up the girl’s papers. It was partially his fault she had been knocked over, after all.

Once they were in a semi-neat stack he held them out to the girl and gave a faint apologetic smile. If he wasn’t afraid of messing up or sounding like an idiot, he’d be apologizing verbally too.

[recyclmeme]

a psa;;

[fangsncurves-deactivated2016072]

If I post an open starter, and you want to respond to it,

                                           DO THE THING!

❝ But the starter has already been replied too by someone else! ❞

                                           I don’t care, do the thing.

❝ But you posted it hours/days/weeks months ago! ❞

                                          Do. The. Thing.

❝ But I don’t know if I can… ❞

                                         This is your permission.                                          Do the thing.

❝ But you’re so quality, and I’m not! ❞

                                          I don’t care, do the thing.

Look, there’s nothing more depressing than making a starter, big or small, and having no one reply to it. It just sits there, empty, unused, unloved. If it happens enough the role player will stop posting open starters all together, defaulting instead to people who they know will answer them for sure. Or in some extreme cases leave the community. 

Open starters are open for a reason. Any one of my followers can answer them hours, days, weeks, heck even months after they’ve been posted. That’s why they’re tagged open.

So please, if you ever, ever, see a starter post tagged open that looks interesting to you RESPOND TO IT! 

You’re not going to annoy me, in fact you will make my day. You’re not going to see it but I’m probably going to do a little happy dance in my seat, or grin like an idiot, or make high pitched squeaky noises, or all of the above, because you, yes you, responded to the starter I posted.

[rockman-saviour]

He had no clue where he was at right now. He had just taken a short detour, or so he thought, but now he was completely lost. Somehow he had gone from traveling through a heavily forested area to wandering around a city area.

He thought about asking where he was, but he didn’t know anyone here and everyone seemed busy, so he just kept walking. 

Eventually, he decided wandering aimlessly wasn’t doing him any good. So he walked into a nearby building to see if he could get some help. Immediately as he walked inside however, he bumped into another person, knocking them over by accident.

Whoops.

[rockman-saviour]

Starter Call

((For anyone who’d rather have a specific starter, please like this post and I’ll write one for you!

If you have an idea on how you want our muses to meet, feel free to send me an ask!))

[rockman-saviour]

((Also you can shoot me an ask if you have no idea how they should meet and want to figure it out with me))

[hub-bat-archive]

@rockman-saviour

[ He just. Jabs the copybot’s finger into the other. He’s curious. No words, just a poke. ]

[rockman-saviour]

Weiss blinks, stepping back away from the finger, a look of confusion adorning his face. He tilts his head at the strange boy, as if to ask what the other was doing, but no words are spoken. 

[rockman-saviour]

Starter Call

((For anyone who’d rather have a specific starter, please like this post and I’ll write one for you!

If you have an idea on how you want our muses to meet, feel free to send me an ask!))

[rockman-saviour]

((Also you can shoot me an ask if you have no idea how they should meet and want to figure it out with me))

[rockman-saviour]

Starter Call

((For anyone who’d rather have a specific starter, please like this post and I’ll write one for you!

If you have an idea on how you want our muses to meet, feel free to send me an ask!))

[rockman-saviour]

Awakening (Open)

Today was most definitely not his day.

He had awoken in a very unfamiliar room, one that was definitely not in his house, which meant he had been sleeping in a stranger’s bed. He took some relief in knowing he was completely clothed, but he still didn’t like the implication that he had been kidnapped. As he looked out the window, things grew even worse. He didn’t recognize the area in the slightest. Everything was bright, sunny, cheery. There was grass everywhere and not a reploid or other robot as far as he could see. As he moved around the house, looking out the windows, he found things were the same everywhere else in the immediate area.

Something was definitely wrong.

Luckily, for a change, it seemed that whoever brought him here was gone. So he quickly took the chance to get far, far away. It didn’t take too long for him to reach a small city. Intrigued, he wandered in and began looking around. From what he could tell, the language was the same, he could understand every word being said. It didn’t help him much though. He didn’t have any money and didn’t really know if the currency would be the same anyways. In the end, he found some information in pamphlets and books from a local library. 

Apparently, these ‘ruins’ were a decent source of objects called ‘refractors’ which he could sell for Zenny. With the Zenny, he could purchase food and other items. According to the book, ruins could be dangerous, but he figured he’d be fine if he could find a decent weapon. An old iron pipe seemed good enough.

Thus, he was on his way, walking through the fields as he searched for these ‘ruins’.