#doctcrobotnik

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@doctcrobotnik

"Oh ho, is that so....? Well. I had thought you were a little friend of Sonic and his little gaggle of mobians." Was he just assuming that because the other was a mobian himself? Yes exactly. Julius eyed him, gaze narrowed a tad, before he swept his left arm out, hand grandiosely moving to lay against his own chest. Then, Julius is bowing, "Julius Ivo Robotnik! It would seem you've been swept away from your home dimension. Troubling indeed."

{{ L }} " My relationship with Sonic is one of... antagonism. " Least it was since he was supposed to be dead, killed whole in the arms of his creat... no, his children. By Eggman. Yet here he was in the presence of an Eggman, but different.

Odd.

" Quite troubling. Doctor Starline. A... pleasure to meet you. "

[unlackeyed]

❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜

Snively momentarily stiffens and steals a look around, with the express goal of acquiring maximum possible information about the context of the question. The more he knows, the less likely his response is to be incorrect and punishable. Old habits.

He glances back at the wrecked hoverbot from whence he climbed.

"What, that....? I've crawled out of those things upside down," he pauses to catch his breath, bending slightly, "and crashed. I think Julian was...was more, hhhah, concerned about the aircraft than he was me."

A wan smile up at Julius, and a quirk of his eyebrows, as he readjusts his satchel full of tools and tricks and steps over the rough terrain of the Great Swamp, just past his uncle several dimensions displaced.

He pauses and peers over his shoulder.

"Why...? You need...." A nasal, suspicious drawl. "...something?"

[hammerhearted]

@doctcrobotnik said: "What kind of heathen doesn't know what cake is." Julius this conversation doesn't concern you, he knows this but is choosing to butt in anyway.

"Oh, hush, you."

"He's from the future. Their cake probably looks all... future-y and weird! That's all!"

[inimikal-archive]

      @doctcrobotnik​  ASKED ::   ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ @ henry  akfsdljfj  

It  all  happened  within  an  instant.  The  guards  that  were  dragging  him  back  to  his  "room"  suddenly  fell  to  the  ground,  lying  on  the  floor  where  they  had  been  grappling  with  him  just  moments  earlier.  They  hardly  had  the  time  to  react  to  the  "intruder,"  &  Henry  wasn't  even  sure  he  had  seen  what  happened  to  them  to  take  them  down.  His  first  thought  was  to  raise  his  hands  in  a  show  of  surrender  toward  the  other  man,  not  wanting  to  suffer  the  same  "fate."  

But,  while  Henry  was  dressed  like  one  of  the  orderlies  of  the  facility,  he  certainly  wasn't,  which  is  why  they  were  dragging  him  around  as  they  had  been.  Or  perhaps  it  was  better  described  as  "roughly  escorting  him."  With  the  security  breach,  they  had  been  hoping  to  lock  him  away  until  they  could  "take  care"  of  it.  But,  of  course,  they  hadn't  intended  for  "it"  to  take  care  of  them.  

Lucky  he  was.  "Cute"  was  something  he  maybe  hadn't  considered, but  lucky,  yes  as  its  occurred  to  him  that  maybe  this  man,  maybe  he  could  help  him.  Maybe  they  could  help  each  other.  He  might  have  been  trying  that  luck  of  his,  but  what  did  he  really  have  to  lose ?  A  life  forever  trapped  in  this  place  as  a  tool,  a  slave  &  a  victim  was  nothing  short  of  unbearable.

  ❝ Wait !  I  can  help  you  ❞  he  said,  although  he  hasn't  moved.  He  keeps  his  hands  raised  in  submission  as  he  continues. ❝  If  there  is  but  one  thing  of  any  value  in  this  place,  it  is  Dr.  Brenner's  psionics  programme ... ❞  his  expression  has  become  quite  serious  as  he  speaks,  his  chin  tilting  downward  in  empahsis.  ❝ And  you  just  so  happen  to  be  looking  at  it. ❞

[deadfault]

That  machine  was  just  asking  for  attention  and  naturally  Ben  had  adhered  to  investigate.  @doctcrobotnik  seemed  eccentric  to  say  the  least,  an  analysis  that  was  further  amplified  when  he  finally  spoke.

Pale  blues  held  the  device  in  their  scrutiny.  It  was  equal  parts  exciting  and  intimidating.  If  a  device  of  that  magnitude  was  made  for  sorting  grass  he  didn't  want  to  think  what  a  device  made  to  maim  looked  like.  Still  Ben  is  as  dorky  as  they  come  when  it  came  to  anything  man  made  like  trains  or  robotics.  He  was  rather  fond  of  driving  his  parents'  car  too.  Science  was  one  of  his  more  favored  subjects.  Though  not  so  much  the  academia  but  it  was  always  his  strong  suit  when  it  came  to  creating  battery  powered  circuit  boards.  So  this  machine  easily  piqued  his  interest.  

His  intrigue  betrays  his  skepticism  and  he  takes  a  few  paces  forwards  to  look  at  the  grass.  It  was  dead.  ❝  So  what  does  the  device  do?  Pull  up  all  the  grass?❞  He  asks,  not  sure  whether  to  laugh  at  the  pun  or  roll  his  eyes.

Ben  hadn't  anywhere  to  put  his  trombone  and  casing  so  he  hugs  it  to  his  front  for  now.  ❝  What  could  cause  that  anyway?  Some  kind  of  weather?❞ / continued

[sowithout]

        @doctcrobotnik​ [ continued from here ]

        stone is ,   for all intents and purposes ,    honest .    at least when it’s important to be ,    and he certainly doesn’t see any reason to lie about it .   it’s just a very simple truth that -------- while robotnik might believe differently -------- stone has no doubts about .        𝗜𝗧 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦 ,   𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 .     it’s all opinion ,   in the end ,    and he knows that his is valued .      much to his own surprise ,   sometimes .                    he smiles softly in the silence between robotnik’s words .   he wasn’t much looking for a response .   he was happy enough just to say what he thought and leave it as that ,   and he certainly wouldn’t have been surprised if it had just been left as that .    instead ,    the other lays a hand on his cheek and despite the gentle nature of the contact ,    stone feels like he’s been STRUCK .    right in the centre of the chest .     he doesn’t visually react beyond the way his eyes widen slightly ,    but he’s too stunned to move .    by the time he thinks to do anything the hand is removed .

         automatically he lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding onto .    and then he laughs .   he didn’t mean to ,   but it remains short and sweet .    it sounds like disbelief .    or it’s just a result of his nerves .     ❛      i can’t be that bad .     ❜

[sweetcreamrabbit-a]

doctcrobotnik

"general existence."

“......”

“Does that mean you’re also an asshole, Mister Doctor Eggman?”

[hcrotorn]

@doctcrobotnik​ / sc.

          ･:*:･ﾟ☆   ❝ Uhm... ❞ the kit stammers off into an awkward silence at the look he’s recieving. Something about the atmosphere unsettles him; thinking back, he has to wonder if this is the right place... or person. ❝ Y’know what, I’m just. Going to leave you alone. Have a nice day, sir! ❞