#studyinginrobotics

[volatiledwn]

The orange DWN hadn’t interacted with Kalinka all that much since the child’s kidnapping-- in fact, he had only spoken to her a few times, and even then it was mostly in passing.

Still, he found himself bored and at least vaguely interested in seeing if there was anything fun he could do with her. He knew he had orders to not hurt her, and he had no intention of doing so. He just wanted to see if things would take an interesting turn.

After all, it wouldn’t hurt to try and play with her, right? It wasn’t like she had anything else to do considering she was being held hostage.

Crash wandered around the fortress until he came across the area where Kalinka was being kept. He fumbled when it came to opening the door, letting out a few curses under his breath before he managed to get into the room. He poked his head inside, staring at Kalinka curiously.

“...Hey, kid.”

[siberianroboticist]

Mother’s Day. It used to be a mere Western holiday for him, a grossly simplified version of Women's Day tgat he never acknowledged until he had gotten married to Isabelle and had Kalinka. It was still important to his wife, so he was willing to partake in it with Kalinka when she was little. They had celebrated a grand total of once before she passed away.

Mikhail nearly dropped the holiday all together, as it still had little meaning to him, but it meant something to Isabelle, and now it meant something to Kalinka. If anything, it became more of a day to mourn than a day to celebrate, at least in his mind. There was nothing to do but buy a bouquet of ten flowers exactly and bring Kalinka to visit her mother's grave.

It was almost two decades now, but the passing of time didn't change the emptiness Mikhail felt whenever he approached Isabelle's grave. The only thing grounding him at this point was Kalinka, whose presence did a good job of keeping him from losing himself in what used to be. There was little to say as he stopped the car, shifted it into park, and switched the key to the off position. He looked to his daughter, his expression somber and even a bit lost.

"Do you have everything?" It wasn't like there was much to bring, but Mikhail just wanted to make sure Kalinka had what she needed before they stepped out of the car.

[thefirstdwn]

Even Metal Man of all robots needed a break sometimes. He usually ran himself ragged trying to take care of his (aging) creator, maintain order in the fortress, or do whatever other minor things needed to be done. And paperwork. Mountains and mountains of paperwork. Even for the most dedicated of workaholics it sometimes got to be too much, and so after checking quite extensively that Dr. Wily would be fine on his own for a while, he had set out for a walk in the city.

Initially Metal had felt uncomfortable wandering around without his armor, but the night was so nice and the breeze felt so good that he’d soon forgotten about it. In fact, he’d stopped paying attention to where he was going entirely. He’d entered the park, but by then it was all a blur...

That is, until he bumped into somebody near a streetlight. The robot’s cheeks light up in a blush as he hurries to make sure the person didn’t fall. “Oh... I’m so sorry, miss...” The words died on his throat as he catches sight of very familiar green eyes and a pair of bright blue earrings. How long had it been now...? Years, at least. He wonders if she might remember him... Or if he’s mistaken entirely. “Miss Cossack?”