#shadowmegaman

[wind-megaman]

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Battle Intro: ”I suppose I saw this coming.”

Victory: ”… Such a shame… partner.”

Defeat: "… What are you waiting for? End it."

Requesting Assistance: ”Cover me.”

Assisting Your Muse: ”I didn’t expect to see you playing on the defensive so soon.”

Taunt: “Are you really going to direct those eyes of distrust at me?”

Reacting to Taunt: ”I care little for your statistics.”

[flame-megaman]

Grɐy Scrapyard Royale (@mega-man-grey, shadowmegaman)

Tapping her fingers atop the desk with a roll, a hand holding her face, Atlas looked over the data collected this morning, frowning. An energy source similar to that of a biometal; albeit more concentrated in strength; was holding position in the Scrapyard area. Keeping a window open in the corner of her datapad screen, the signal had only proved to tick her off with its’ movement. ‘Why would anyone of us be out there?’, she silently growled to herself, ’That place’s nothing but dangerous...’ What was even more curious was its’ unusually high energy reading. ‘That’s gotta be wrong...’ Too high for any biometal she was aware of... Or at least, recalled at the moment.

Going over the Megamen she knew, none of them had motives to be down there, that is, none that she could imagine... Finally having enough of this distraction, Atlas gathered her things, leaving everything to report for ‘a patrol’ of the area. Permission was easily given; no one took anything too seriously at Legion on a normal basis. Sometimes the casual vibe felt too off... But no matter.

Taking a quick stride toward a transerver, Atlas entered the coordinates, steeling herself for transfer. Stepping off with caution; so as not to stumble on any scrap metal; the woman tapped her biometal pouch reassuringly before turning her communicator off. It’d best that she check it out herself; after all, citizens shouldn’t be involved in ‘Mega’ matters... It created too many potential issues, and the fact that she still hadn’t identified herself as a Megaman was one of them.

The cold that melted the existing snow; due Maverick activity during The Game; had easily returned, making Atlas almost wish she had brought her coat. Almost. It wasn’t unbearable, but it would have been appreciated. But how did such a cold linger with the summer sun shining bright? Looking up only proved that clouds had suffocated its’ warm embrace. ‘What a pain.’ The woman hoped this excursion would prove to be trivial so she could discreetly return with the report of ‘neutral activity’. However, at the alarm of disturbed metal crashing down in the near distance, she put herself on guard, left hand ready to grab Model F at a moments’ notice.

With an unamused yell, Atlas demanded, “Show yourself!”

((Any lines written for Biometal Model F in the coming RP are written by Fefnir Mod [x], and credit for the work belongs to her.))

[fightingfefnir]

"Hey Harpuia! I was just about to come and find you!" He waved to his fellow Guardian, a grin on his face, "want to go spar later?"

As for the other two, Fefnir looked over at them and wasn't quite sure what to make of them. They looked human, but they were also... armoured? Well, he wasn't as sure about the purple one. Eyeing the triangle on his head, he figured that he might be a reploid instead. That, and the armour the girl with the spiky hair was wearing looked way too familiar for his liking.

The one in the purple, however, he didn't have a clue how to interpret. His eyes inwardly made Fefnir's guard rise - was he up to no good?

None the less, he figured a greeting couldn't hurt.

"Hi there!" He greeted, looking over at the two of them, "what brings you here?"

[sageharpuia]

shadowmegaman started following you

It was interesting to note for the Biometal that Siarnaq seemed to have returned, and was quite possibly much more prominent in the area. He was quite sure his Chosen One was already quite aware that the Shadow Megaman had made his presence known once more to his old 'comerads', but as to where they stood towards each other was a mystery. 

How very interesting.

[flame-megaman]

shadowmegaman started following you

The woman shuddered and continued walking, looking back occasionally. It seemed the assassin hadn't died in the rubble, and had spotted her presence among the others. Tsk, she scoffed; avoiding him would do no good. Atlas turned to face him. 

"Siarnaq," she began, holding her ground. "Don't follow me." She glared into what tiny eyes he had. "Do you understand? That's an order." 

He was completely unnerving to her. 

((Bwahaha >;3))