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I had allies, I suppose you could call them brothers the way you think. But we didn't...hug? Or stand around talking about body parts. We ended things. It kept us busy

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@sharpclawsfuzzylogic
cranky cus you dont have a love one do you kitty?
I had allies, I suppose you could call them brothers the way you think. But we didn't...hug? Or stand around talking about body parts. We ended things. It kept us busy
.......we should have tried harder to destroy this world if this is what happens when nobody is attacking it.
Looking for new MMX RP blogs to interact with!
My circle of mutuals has been shrinking for a long time, so I'm looking to get out and meet some new muses. I'm most interested in finding other MMX blogs, but even if your muse isn't from that 'era' (or even the Mega Man franchise), I'd still be willing to interact. This is a crossover-friendly blog. ☺
My prose might be kind of rusty, but I'll still do my best to try to keep the thread dynamic and engaging. ^^
All Purpose Starter/Interaction call
Since this is my main and most active normal account I’m doing this primarily here, writing up a list of my roster with short blurbs. I’m open to interactions! New people that have been sitting and watching? Friends that are looking to cause trouble? Random anons being nosy? Yes all of it any of it.
https://sharpclawsfuzzylogic.tumblr.com/ Pluto, Stardroid and fighty evil bastard. Could do threads in his original timeframe, but also has an existence post-X2, repaired and running around trying to figure out what happened to his brothers after his defeat and figure out how to best proceed on their original plan without a leader or current orders.
He is also the follow-back main blog for the two below.
https://alizarinclupea.tumblr.com/ Alizarin Clupea (real name forgotten), OC fandom agnostic ghost randomly haunting and accidentally scaring people. Characterization mainly created through interactions with people, rebuilding his personality from scratch after having to burn both it and his memory to escape the merciless void.
https://silkscrapkeeper.tumblr.com/ Morph Moth, maverick recycling obsessed robot. Currently biding his time and building up resources. Lucked out in X2, as his nature of serial ‘reincarnation’ as his larval-moth-egg cycle of constant improvement meant that an extra confirmation of the kill would have been needed. Unhinged and up to no good, but willing to play the long game and play nice if needed.
https://daxwebster.tumblr.com/ Lieutenant Dax Webster. Former Repliforce field agent turned Liaison. After being imprisoned while the Repliforce War happened, he signed up with robot-airforce’s Nuvola Sky Carrier, serving once again as an intelligence asset and scout on the ground to support the flight operations in dangerous areas. Much later down the road, accepted a temporary assignment cross-training as a Navigator with the Maverick Hunters, to better learn how to coordinate efforts with them (and hopefully not get jailed while his friends die again)
Open to interactions pre or post X4. Too motivated by the desire to prove the Maverick Hunters wrong to let the chip on his shoulder keep him from being professional if he works with them. (Most of the time, that is.)
Also the main blog for:
https://fallingprotector.tumblr.com/ Corporal Aspis Buckler. Resting-murderface Reploid OC, part of robot-airforce’s Nuvola crew. Stoic-seeming scientist on the engineering team, with a hidden softspot if you know where to look for the signs. Prefers Scientific and Precise applications of Brute Force as a standard approach to most situations.
Pluto will absolutely not hesitate to tear into something and try to bite a chunk off. Regardless of if it is a living critter, a reploid, mechaniloid, human, or plant. If it is within biting range, and he wants to bite it, he’ll go for it.
Sometimes this results in having to eject the material afterwards, if it proves to be incompatible with his internal processes, but curiosity and violence are enough of a motivation for him to go with the approach anyway.
Doing a thing again. Still streaming https://discord.gg/CueTFv
She done. I might colour her later.
Starter call!
This ‘ere imposing tower of nerd needs to get more activity so! Hit me up and I’ll work something up! Maybe she’s helping with a collaborative effort of some sort, maybe she’d on a mission, maybe she’s just on a supply run or shore leave Show interest and I will find an excuse to make something happen.
//I sassed *one time* how many people are hunting the zoomie worldwrecker now? o:
Datalog Fragment
My esteemed and overly cautious fool of a colleague Light has a new project.̧̧̕.̀͡-̷̡́̕-̡-̨̡-͠͝͏̧-̷̡-̨̀͠-̕͟͢͜-̢̡-̢͝-̵̀͝͝-̛͏̸͢͢-̷̨̛-҉͢͡͝-҉̧̛́-̵̨̢̡-́̀͠͝…͢-̡́͢͟-̢̕͢͟-̴͜͠͝͡ While I am forced to admit there is some logic to his approach́̕͜͢-̕͜͝-͟҉̡̧-̛-͏̵̡-͏̴͞͞-̡͢-̡̀̕͞-͞͏-̴̨͝-̶̧̕͟-̶̸́́͘-̨͟-̷̨͘͠-̛̕͞-̨͘͢͝-̶̡-̡̧͘͘͡-̶̧̡͡-̴̀-͢-́͘͢-͘͏̶-̡͜-̴̡̕̕͢-͏́͝͞-̧͡-̶́҉̨̛ new hope for the future. Still he-̢̀-̵̛͜-̀͢͢͝-̢͘͜͠-̴ robots as a tool̛ -̴̶̡͢͝-̵̡͝-̴͘҉-͜-̶̢̨̛-̵͠͞-̵͜ humanity.҉͜͝-̷̛̀͟͞-͏̕̕-̷͏̕͜-̴͢͞͏̵-̕͜-̸͡-̢̧̡̕͟-̸̧́҉-̴̸̢̀͠-҉̸̨͝͏-͏̴̢-҉̕-̡̡͘͠-̶̷̀͘͞-̷̸͘͘͞-́̀̕͜-̸̸̧̛͠
I can do better. -̷̛͜͠͡-͘͡-̧́͜͞-͡͏̛͘-̨̀͟,̸̧͞ Zero, will be able to be better than this new Mega Man.͏̢́-̢̡-̵̶̡̢̡-̧̀́͢͡-͜-̨̀͘͡ ͠͏͏d̶̷̨͝e̵҉s͏̡͢t̶̨̢͟r̀͞͠͡o̸̸͢͠y̴̵̧̛̛ ̢͢͡ Mega Man.
-̵̀-̸̢҉-̢́͜-̴̢̡́-̶͝ like adrenaline in a human body, it will serve as a performance enhancement in times of danger. -̛-̴̛-̸̡͜͞-̕͟-̶̨̧̡-̧̛̀͟͜-̷̀͜-̴̴-̛́-̴̛͢-̨͜͡-̴̡͡-̡̕͠-̀͘͜-̸͟͡͡͏backup systems and weapon functions-҉̧͜-͏́͝͡͡-̵̨̛-̧̡͠-̵͜-́-̴̛͟͞-̀́͟͟-̶̷͜-͏̢-҉-̨̕͠-̛͠-͞-̧̀͠-̸̶͜-̨-̸̵̀̕-́͘-̢́̀͝͞-̀̕-͏̸́́-̷̴̵̛-̸̵ small scale repairs-̀͜-̧̨́̕-̴̛͢͡-̵̡̛̀-̸̵̨͝-̕͘̕͞-͏̶͞-̴̸̢̡̧-̶̢͘͏̨
-҉́-̸̴̀͜͞-̷̶̷͜͡-̡͘͞-̴̕͝-̵̷̢͘͘-̸̨̕͢ no compatible parts, obviously, but -̴̸́-҉̸-͢-̵̨̕-̴̛͢͟͞-͢͠-̸̸̢͡-̶̶͘͝-̸-̴̧ based on-̶̷̛͡-̸̀̕͏-̶҉-̶̛̀͢͠-̛-͢҉-̨҉͏-͏̧̛͘͟ future capabilities and technologies. Forward planning-̕͜҉-̵̀͠-̴̵̧͟-̀͡͏́͜-̶̛͘͘-̛͘͜͠-͏͏̴̛ Instead of putting so much on a single -̨̕-̶̵̡-̵̵̸̀-̵̨͞҉-̧̛͝-̷̶̡-̸̶́͟-͝͠a new wave of advanced-҉̵͜-͟͜͞͞-̸̡-̷̡͘-̛͝-̴̶̷̢-́͢-̶̡̢̧͜-̶́́̕͘new heights.
//Pluto has been behaving too long and needs to cause more trouble.
✮ : ━ FIGHTING HABITS. ❫
Bold what consistently applies. Italicise situational, not always. Cross out what definitely never applies.
DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …
fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoke easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly / apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear / naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoids fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / wants to die standing / would succumb slowly
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Tagging: At this point I think most of the people I know have been tagged already
Perdito Paradiso
angelmanofeden:
sharpclawsfuzzylogic:
Pluto was intrigued. A vast stretch of wasteland and then the grass suddenly got greener on the other side of a fence. Plant life, animal life….and robotic. He pounced one one of the small service bots, pinning it against the tree branch as he investigated it. “First working things I’ve seen.” He pushed at it as it tried to get free. Took a moment to look it over, before letting it free again to see what it would do. It probably wasn’t too badly damaged yet.
The captured service bot wriggled and flailed its wings desperately, beeping and squealing. Once it was let go, it flew into the air with the others and locked onto Pluto, observing him. Others went to examine the hole in the perimeter fence and stood guard. One of the bots observing Pluto shot a net towards him, attempting to capture him - or to buffet him, at least.
It was almost cute the way the little things swarmed around, like they would be able to do anything to stop him if (that is when) he decides to start destroying their home. As if some tiny little toys would be able to pose a threat to a Star Droid, who h--is that a net.
The net wrapped around him, knocking him off the branch he’d been perched on. He’d managed to get his claws out and cut himself free before landing on his feet, but now he was pissed. He was pretty sure it was that one that had got him with the net, so he’d start with it. But he’d better break the others just to be sure.
He pounced.
Perdito Paradiso
Pluto found himself wondering how much of the devastation he’d been seeing was the fault of him and his brothers. He’d come across some forested areas here and there, and there had been some wildlife, but honestly nothing was really thriving. Just surviving.
At some point he’d really have to stop running and think about that, but being in motion was just too sweet to stop just yet. The high was still ridable and no puny wall was going to stop him.
There really had been a wall, improbably placed across the landscape. A good break-dash powered tackle had bust through it and Pluto was in an area that already looked greener. Looked healthier, cared for. Maybe there was still something worth chasing.”
There were sensors picking up the unknown object or creature careening towards the perimeter of the reserve - almost too fast to detect - and then, it burst through the wall to get inside. Why would this happen? The staff inside didn’t know, but a silent alarm went out to verify the unexpected intrusion.
Pluto just so happened to stumble upon a healthier forest, littered with trees and creatures living among them. Unsettled birds took to the air when he broke through. A couple of foxes near a brook raised their heads and took off, while various other critters buried themselves into the ground or began running off.
Small service bots that were settled on some of the tree branches above spread their wings and attempted to lock onto the unwelcome visitor now in the park.
Pluto was intrigued. A vast stretch of wasteland and then the grass suddenly got greener on the other side of a fence. Plant life, animal life....and robotic. He pounced one one of the small service bots, pinning it against the tree branch as he investigated it. “First working things I’ve seen.” He pushed at it as it tried to get free. Took a moment to look it over, before letting it free again to see what it would do. It probably wasn’t too badly damaged yet.
Perdito Paradiso
Pluto found himself wondering how much of the devastation he’d been seeing was the fault of him and his brothers. He’d come across some forested areas here and there, and there had been some wildlife, but honestly nothing was really thriving. Just surviving.
At some point he’d really have to stop running and think about that, but being in motion was just too sweet to stop just yet. The high was still ridable and no puny wall was going to stop him.
There really had been a wall, improbably placed across the landscape. A good break-dash powered tackle had bust through it and Pluto was in an area that already looked greener. Looked healthier, cared for. Maybe there was still something worth chasing.”
Christmas Cat-astrophe
markzris:
It was dark in the areas Mark hadn’t gone through yet, and he couldn’t see too clearly down the hallway at first. He’d heard a noise, realizing he’d stepped on some papers that had somehow been tossed to the ground. Whatever knocked the hole in the building must have jostled some other things around the building. As he bent over to pick up the papers at his feet, he looked out, realizing that there were sparks occasionally flying out of ruined office equipment, lighting up a scene of wanton destruction. He unconsciously tried to take a step back, slipping on the loose papers and falling on his ass. He heard an impact above him and felt something dust down onto his head. He quickly stood back up and hit the lights. He saw several sharp looking things deeply embedded in the wall.
He also saw that there was a robot of some sort that had apparently been wrecking the place. Mark turned and ran.
Pluto’s eyes were very good in the dark. They were also good in light, but he hadn’t expected the lights to go on, or for them to be quite so bright so fast. It only took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when he looked again the human he’d tried to hit had vanished unscathed.
He could hear the frantic panicked footsteps as Mark tried to dash for safety. Could track him as he raced down the hallway. Pluto tried to nail him through the walls, but punching through so much material ruined his aim. He’d have to catch up first. Looping around the floor the other direction would be a bit longer, but Pluto was still faster.
And he could take shortcuts if needed.
Christmas Cat-astrophe
markzris:
There was definitely a noise from the other part of the floor. Mark found himself wishing he’d been able to argue better with his employees when they insisted that his office needed to be near the top of the building. This place was spooky at night and he really didn’t like having to go past everyone and above them just because he ran the place.
He was worried about the sound, and as much as he really wanted to be in and out he should at least find out what had made it. At the very least if something had been knocked over he could leave a note for people to get a heads up for when the–there is a hole in the wall.
Even in the shock, even knowing they were not around, his ingrained fear of accidentally teaching his sons bad word kept the second half of the swear from escaping “Holy –”
There were more noises coming from deeper in the office. Whatever had caused this might still be doing more, he’d have to figure out what was going on before he could figure out what to do about it.
Pluto was checking the calibration on his homing shots, taking advantage of the relatively crowded space and the target rich environment. It took a few adjustments to dial things in right, but after the first couple he was lobbing shots around corners and over cubical walls to let no monitor go un-shot.
His ears registered a sound that he hadn’t caused. He still had one other weapon system he hadn’t tried out yet, and whoever had just rounded the corner would be the perfect target to try it on. He reached out with one arm and released part of the bonds holding the compressed energy that made up his claws. The very tip of the claws shot off as the energy released, sending them like jagged bullets towards where the onlooker was.