#thelightofpeace

[always-thequiet-ones]

@thelightofpeace moved from [x]

“... Perhaps some explanation is required after all. We have made a deal to switch jobs. Our truce will have to go on hold until I have defeated you. Now come, let us get this over with.”

[bluesdln000]

@thelightofpeace replied to your post: Hey, big bro... you doing alright today?

I’ve talked to him plenty already today. I can make some time for you too.

“...”

“I’m sure you already know how it’s going. I.. can’t stand folks talking about him. He might be good now but...”

[softspokenpiano]

@thelightofpeace replied to your post:

It was a kiss! It's National Kissing Day, and I wanted to give you one 

“Must I give someone a kiss now? Perhaps I should return yours?”

[angsty-cobrafish]

@thelightofpeace moved from x

“How about no and I do as my prime directive says and kick your blue butt to the scrap yard?!”  He doesn’t appear to be in the mood for talking.  In fact he has just fired a shot at the Blue Bomber.  

“You aren’t my Rock, but you’ll do just as good.”  This can not end well.

[nomightbutmine]

thelightofpeace replied to your post: Bass, can we talk? Please? I just want to try and...

Wow. That was actually much smoother than he was expecting. “Alright. I’ll be there.”

Relatively smoothly, anyway. At least he hasn’t responded to Rock’s request with screaming, but when he arrives at the ‘usual spot’ his expression is unusually blank. Arms crossed, he’ll tilt his helm slightly, leaving the first words for Rock. 

[moved--thefirst-sonof-light]

Sharp, can we talk? It doesn't have to be right now. I just... I know I was unfair to you, and I wanna try to make things right. So whenever you want... just let me know, okay?

There’s nothing to say. Your assumption was completely reasonable. Bass was friendly to you, therefore he’s the lesser threat. 

[dln-005-ice-blog]

Iceman stares bewildered at Rock’s picture of a wrinkly Kemodo dragon with grimey yellow strings of spit dangling from its mouth; tagged as “cute animals”

I bet he thinks any creature is cute… How does he do it?

[devotedworker]

Copy Elec grinned as he cleaned off one of the tools he was using. He wasn’t entirely sure how he had gotten his catch-- He was, after all, stronger than the copy.

Then again, he was just a kid.

He came back over to the hard metal table that his captive was strapped down to. The smell of oil, coolant, electricity and burnt wires filled the air. His victim had been forced out of his armor with no way to re-activate it. Copy Elec had learned certain things about robots over the years, thanks to what he did in his spare time. He was covered in oil and coolant, specifically on his hands, chest and boots. There was some on his face as well.

His sharp teeth poked out in a grin as he heard the robot’s reaction to the pain he was experiencing, and he stood over the other robot.

“Hey there, kiddo! Man, you sure can handle a lot.” He chirped, glancing him over and running his hand down an open wound-- He had cut apart anywhere he could while still forcing the other robot to feel pain. He had electrocuted him, given him severe dents across his body, and had exposed his core.

He hummed as he wiped coolant off of the boy’s cheek with his thumb. “Y’know how I said that I wouldn’t hurt you anymore? Well, I decided...” He leaned down, face-to-face with him.

“...This is too much fun for me to not do it.” His grin widened, a twisted look in his eyes. “What do you say, Rock? Should we make this a regular thing?” He pinched the DLN’s cheek. “I mean, sure, you might think that you can get away from me after this...” He snickered, which turned into a short cackle as he snatched Rock by the throat.

“...But you’re weak to electricity.” He gave a light shock. “And I can disable you as soon as I get my hands on you.” Another chuckle, his expression turning soft. “’Sides, I bet that you’ll be too scared to even do anything next time. I mean, I could kill you now, but that wouldn’t be any fun.

And I bet that by now, that’s what you’d really want.”

He moved away from Rock, letting go of his throat as he reached into the robot’s chest and lightly gripped onto his core, his twisted smirk returning along with a deranged look in his eyes. “Ready for hour six?”