#kiirarobotiics

[starcrcwns]

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   “ -- how’s my favorite bot doing, huh? ” Siren leans back in the booth they’re sitting in, taking up the whole booth with her legs so she can relax for once. A lot has been happening -- a lot of distractions all from the Shitty Twins -- but she’s more than thankful for Moxxi’s for a bit of a break from everything.

“ How’s the kids? ” Their pets, but Amara adoringly refers to them as FL4K’s kids. Seems more personal -- more accurate. She sees the way the bot loves their creatures ... simply calling them pets just doesn’t seem like an accurate title for them.

“ Hope they’re eating alright. ”

A wave is given to Moxxi, a silent order of her usual drink, before relaxing against the wall again.

[setcfdoodles]

@kiirarobotiics

[leaguerbots]

kiirarobotiics said to leaguerbots:

"I... I don't know if this message will get to you, or anyone but— I stole one of my kidnapper's phone and..." It was the Silver Castle's main phone, but after several rings, the answering machine instead took on the message, quietly broadcasting in the main meeting room. "I... I think— GZ, Ace, a-anyone... Please, please, I'm begging you, don't do anything reckless. I can't loose any of you! Dark can suck on their tortu— AH!" The line went dead, ending as a piercing scream rang out. [Ruri]

Magnum felt his own chest heave with concern as GZ had placed the message on speaker for everyone to hear. Ruri has been missing for days- it’s been leaving the team extremely uneasy- not knowing of her whereabouts. The baseball leaguer bit his bottom lip as the message ended abruptly- it was then when he heard her screams.

“Ruri-!!” he gasped. There was an unsettling feeling in the air as the line drew silent. Leaving everyone else dead quiet. “GZ- we must...we must trace this call, as I suspected, Dark is behind all of this.” he sighed, bowing his head down. His hands clenched into fists.

“ Owner, please be alright...” damn those Dark bastards. What did they want with Ruri? Ace gazed up at his teammates, all eyes were on him. 

“ Everyone, we must confront Dark with extreme caution. You never know what they could pull up on us while we’re feeling vulnerable. What matters is that we rescue Ruri, and bring her home safely. ” 

[unicromx8]

kiirarobotiics replied to your post “Primus, if you want a child so badly, why not try one of the earth...”

"I don't wanna be looked after by an old, smelly grandpa. Ratchet's already one too many." [Sari]

   “That’s... that fine, dear. I’m sorry to bother.”

[victorywar]

(leozack) said:   "Star Saber! I was wondering where you were hiding. Too afraid to confront me, are you?!"

          “i see you haven’t brought any of your comrades with you.  are you eager to be defeated again, leozack?”

though, this wasn’t exactly good news.  where the breastforce were, deathsaurus wasn’t far behind--  watching and waiting.  star saber grimly prepared himself for yet another fight, with no concern for how he’d win so much as for what deathsaurus actually had planned once star saber sent leozack running.

[leaguerbots]

kiirarobotiics  asked:

"Mach Windy! Mach Windy, wait up!!!" It was by pure chance that the well-known Iron leaguer, Mach Windy, happened to be walking on the same street that Yuuta was also walking on. The child couldn't run fast enough to one of his sport idols, especially when said idol happened to be Drillboy's favourite. Managing to catch up to the soccer player, Yuuta couldn't stop grinning. "Mach Windy, I'm such a HUGE fan!" [Yuuta for Mach Windy]

The soccer leaguer turned to his name being called, gazing down upon a young boy, a smile appeared on his features. Always nice to spare the time for the younger fans. This one was a different kid from the group who always followed Silver Castle. The leaguer waved a servo.

“ Hey, thanks kid, you saw last night’s game, didn’t you? ” he winked. Windy couldn’t help but feel some self-pride–he did his signature spin, acing a goal and knocking the daylights out of his esteemed rival, Goldfoot.

[leaguerbots]

kiirarobotiics said to leaguerbots:

"E...Excuse me, Mr Gold Arm?" Appearing anxious, the femme towered over the Iron Leaguer, yet, her intentions were far from malicious. She squeezed all four optics shut as two stingers gently thrust a plain baseball bat forward, just barely at Gold Arm's height. "P-...Please can I ask for an autograph!?" Nerves got the better of her, and many have shown disgust at the techno-organic. She'd rather not open her optics at all. [Jeloxa]

Gold Arm blinked, gazing upward at the pink fembot.  This must be that fan who enjoyed his special screwball move. He chuckled taking the bat from her stingers. He whipped out a marker from a space compartment on his chest. 

“ No problem, m’am. I see you have an eye on the best pitcher besides Ace. Still, I know I am the only Genocide Screw pitcher around here. ” he winked. He signed off his name and handed the bat back to the pink bot. “ Glad to know I still have some fans. ”

[crackcdmask]

@kiirarobotiics​ / FL4K : Broodless clicked her beak, before deciding that Timothy's shins were in need of a loving bash. Her unexpected onslaught would've continued, if not for the beastmaster taking a seat next to Timothy. "I thought it was strange that you weren't in your room." Their tone held unspoken concern. "I heard crashing, but you were gone. I assumed the worst..." They moved a hand, placing it atop the bar as a silent invitation, in case Timothy required physical comfort. "May I ask what happened?"

♊️ — he’s on his fifth drink when Broodless’s FAMILIAR chittering reaches him, giving him the time to brace himself when the spiderant’s crested head CONNECTED with his legs. he WINCES; but doesn’t make much noise outside of a slight GRUNT of pain, followed by a sigh as he reaches over to give the creature a light pat. 

Tim doesn’t look up when the other Vault Hunter sits next to him, staring IMPASSIVELY down at the colorful cocktail in front of him. he REALLY wishes alcohol affected him the way it used to, but after SEVEN YEARS in the casino, he figured his TOLERANCE was through the roof. GUILT once more curled in the pit of his stomach, brows furrowing slightly as he listened to FL4K speak, gaze shifting momentarily to the offered hand before staring back down at his drink. 

he downs his drink in one go, SLAMMING the empty glass down on the bar with a shake of the head, “ ... It’s nothing. “  he mutters with a soft hiss, STILL not making eye contact, “ Just some CREEPY corporate DICKBAG thinking he can buy me like some FANCY SHOW DOG. “