#cloakedspurs

[dustxechoes]

@cloakedspurs

"I'm to believe this is a second, completely unrelated robotic uprising? Are you certain your programming has not been altered by Doctor Wily?"

The soft spoken robot that posed the question was similar in construction to one of the so-called 'Mighty Numbers', but her design was undoubtedly foreign.

The mystery-bot offered a curtsy. She was small, less than half of Shade's height, and seemingly unarmed. But obviously constructed of highly advanced materials. Master-class, but not built for battle.

"No matter. The distinction is ultimately irrelevant. World conquest and other, similar acts of villainy, align with my Prime Program. I am Special Wily Number 002. If it pleases you, you may call me Piano."

[renegaderobotics]

how about cowboy robo jigen? If ya want

One robo Jigen!

[addysmenagerie]

@cloakedspurs wants a small starter!

Madame watched as Countershade approached the factory. While not immediately outright hostile, for once, she was watching him carefully.

“What do you want this time, cowboy?”

[angsty-cobrafish]

@cloakedspurs​ continued from x

“Uhh about as good as an active nuke in a bomb museum.”  Stealth is not his forte at all.

[birds-of-the-sur]

Fancy bot boy

[oh-nxts-and-bxlts]

@cloakedspurs​, from [X]

Diggy liked to hang out in otherwise deserted areas. Nothing weird with enjoying the company of silence and peace in reasonable doses. The overpass had seemed like a good idea at first - low population, greyish industrial buildings with fencing to boot. It wasn’t that she was nosy, but call it a professionnal deformation, call it whatever, she just enjoyed looking at the flipside of places. The grey, dull buildings automated with robots.

At least she supposed they were mostly automated. It was a world where humans enjoyed full on gladiatorial fights for crying out loud - they couldn’t have that much to do with their time. So there she was, plodding away under the shadows of the overpass, enjoying the peace that was brought on by the non restricted - at least she supposed, and definitely not frequented locale. It was weird how human utilitarism could look so similar from one place to the next, she mused.

At least until she heard the growl. She slowly and purposefully turned around to look over her shoulder, watching the canine heavy unit plodding about, and giving her a very dirty glare. And giving her just as much of an auditory indication that she needed to leave.

“Oh, crapbaskets- Heyyyyyyyy, buddyyyy!” She lifted her arms up, before beginning to back away slowly, in a universal “I’m not here to catch that smoke” gesture. “Sorry, but y’all must have misplaced yer’ do not enter sign! Ah’ll get goin’ now, no need ta’ show me the door, ah’ can walk!”

[tomahawk-swing]

why we build the wall?

HADESTOWN THEMED HEADCANONS.

why we build the wall —— if your muse was in a position of power, how would they rule? do they believe fear yields respect, or that kindness does?

[[ I like to believe that Dingo would find a middle ground. He’d value strength, but he wouldn’t be a tyrannical leader. He would tend to try and shoulder all the responsibilities, and very rarely delegate his powers. He’d be a leader on the field, never sitting in an office to supervise. He would place his trust in a few other people, always be wary of others trying to steal his place. He would make enemies easily because of his temper, but never let them get the upper hand :v

He’d try to earn his people’s respects - not just because he’s the leader, but because of his accomplishments, and because of how he acts on a daily basis. 

Tomahawkman would be a more “popular” leader. He might seem a little too carefree, and too quick to give his trust, but he would count on his many dear friends to watch his back. 

Just like Dingo, he would try to earn his people’s respect through his attitude and his achievements. He would want to be liked and admired, and he’d do his best to ensure the happiness of every single person under his rule. He would be more on the kindness side, definitely :3 ]]

[echogears]

@cloakedspurs

Madame was the one to open the window. Squinting, she looked outside, scanning the area for signs of anyone. It seemed that there was no one, and yet.. flowers?

She immediately suspected that a certain someone would be behind this, and left the window open in case he wanted to come in.

Now it was time to find a vase for these. Looking around, she was quick to spot one, the flowers within it being clearly fake, as they were still fresh despite Gale having been gone a while.

Dumping the fake flowers into a drawer somewhere, Madame went off to get water and put the live ones in. After setting the freshly filled vase down on the waiting room table of the main lobby, Madame concluded that it freshened up the room nicely and elected to sit, facing the window expectantly.