#toronbonne

[densetsu-rokku]

Tron sticks her leg out, tripping the mega-dweeb with her foot.

"Seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eight…"

As he whispered these numbers to himself, Rock carefully took each backward step, his concentration unwavering. Every detail of his surroundings faded into the background as he focused solely on his task. Unbeknownst to him, Tron, a member of the Bonne Family, was prowling nearby, watching his every move with keen interest.

The Blue Boy was deeply engrossed in helping Roll with her latest invention—a device that had the potential to revolutionize their work on the island. He had ventured out onto the island's serene, grassy plains, determined to measure the maximum distance he could travel from the Flutter without losing reception. This was not just a critical experiment but a pivotal moment in their quest for innovation, as they were eager to test the limits of the new technology they had discovered during their recent Dig-out.

"Seventy- whoa!"

Before he knew it, he felt the ground slip away beneath him, and suddenly he was tumbling backward. Panic surged through him as his arms flailed wildly, trying to find something—anything—to grab onto. Just as instinct kicked in, he reached out and inadvertently caught Tron, who was right beside him. The moment the contact was made, it became painfully clear that his reflexes had chosen poorly; he pulled her down.

They landed with a thud, and Rock found himself sprawled on the ground, his body pinned beneath her. Their faces were mere inches apart, their noses almost touching, and he blinked owlishly, attempting to process the situation's absurdity. His heart raced as he became acutely aware of how close they were, a deep crimson blush creeping across his cheeks.

"O-oh… Hey, are you ok?"

He stammered, his voice barely rising above a whisper.

Despite the embarrassing circumstances and the fact that Tron had caused his spill, Rock's natural empathy took over. His concern for her well-being eclipsed any awkwardness he might have felt. He searched her eyes for signs of discomfort, the warmth of his blush now contrasting with the cool ground beneath them.

[burnxngslash]

Was she a terrible person for TRYING to rob a bank? No question. But is she ANYTHING like the other villains he’s dealt with before?? Well that’s still up for debate, but to Miles she felt more like one of those villains he’d see in cartoons when he was much younger. Still he knew better than to underestimate her considering that weird tech of hers sent his spider-senses haywired, however, maybe to get THROUGH to her was probably to treat her like a person and not some villain that would take over the world.

Besides, if Peter’s Felicia can SOMEWHAT turn over a new leaf..then why not Professor Gyzmo over here? Hearing the sound of her stomach growling made him chuckle under his mask.  ❝   𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚?   ❞  One it was extremely casual and two, he can have it delivered towards a building and he could keep an eye on her there. “Though how about we leave through the vents..can’t exactly have you gettin’ out the same way you broke in.”

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[ikarosxflight]

Tron: ready to fight every spikey-haired blue-eyed boy.

Sora: Being his charming usual self.

Pit: YOU WANNA GO!?

[densetsu-rokku]

[agloryofuniicorns]

@toronbonne asked: "Will you forgive me?" -- for Zero!

Will you?

It was an odd thing for someone to suddenly say to him. Zero paused, one hand moving to brush back stray strands of synthetic hair as he let himself mull over her question. Deep in the recesses of his memory banks it felt like there was something almost familiar about hearing this, and there was a moment of hesitant pressure against those buried thoughts before he gave up. It only ever resulted in flashing error messages and a sharp, stinging pain that left his ears ringing for hours on end.

So to hear the young woman who had woken him from his hibernation and helped to patch him up suddenly apologizing had him confused - and just a touch apprehensive.

"About...?" His eyes narrowed just a little as his weight shifted, arms moving to cross over his chest. "Asking for me to forgive you before I know what you did feels like a bad move on my part. What did you do?"

[densetsu-rokku]

❝Ew! Mega-Dork alert!!❞

In a world where energy resources are scarce but water flows abundantly, a Digger embarks on a daring quest into the treacherous depths of ancient ruins. Armed with courage and tenacity, the Digger navigates through crumbling walls and shadowy corridors, searching for the coveted Quantum Refractors—brilliantly crystallized energy sources that hold the key to powering society. Alongside these shimmering gems, the Digger hunts for discarded treasures: rusted scraps of metal and mysterious relics left behind by the enigmatic Ancients, whose legacy still lingers.

Yet, the peril of this exploration is magnified without the watchful eye of a Spotter. This vital companion, perched above and attuned to the shifting dangers of the depths, ensures the Digger's safety, guiding them through the labyrinth of ruins. Through their bravery and teamwork, the Digger and Spotter work in harmony, allowing society to thrive amid the echoes of the past.

However, not all Diggers have good intentions; these types of Diggers are known as Air Pirates.

❝Ew! Mega-Dork alert!!❞

Speaking of which...

"Oh!"

That familiar voice! Since when did the Bonne family arrive at Klickelan Island? Had the prosperity and wealth of the island lured the Bonnes into raiding the ruins? Turning around cluelessly, Rock lowered his arm buster, looking up at the girl he once saved from a dog back on Kattelox Island.

'Rock? Can you hear me? What's going on? I'm picking up a spike in energy levels.'

"I uh... Well, you could say I ran into some company, Roll."

The earth beneath him trembled violently before Rock could gather his thoughts or take action, sending the blue-armored Digger teetering precariously. The sudden quake rattled his senses, and through the communicator nestled in his helmet, he strained to catch Roll's voice – a beacon of support in the chaos. Unfortunately, the transmission ebbed and flowed into a cacophony of static, the clarity of her words dissolving into a jumbled noise before ultimately collapsing into silence. The abrupt severance of communication left Rock enveloped in a shroud of isolation, a creeping sense of vulnerability washing over him. Furrowing his brow, he realized that whatever had disrupted their link was clearly neither his nor Tron's ally.

As the tremors faded, Rock's attention was drawn to the ground before him, where the tip of a massive, spinning drill burst through the surface. A guardian reaverbot emerged from the newly formed hole with a metallic screech, landing heavily on its powerful, clawed limbs. The creature, resembling a massive Mole, exuded an aura of menace as it prepared to engage, its gleaming armor showcasing the formidable design of a machine built for destruction.

"Sorry! I gotta take care of this! It was good seeing ya!"

The words flowed from his lips with an earnestness that seemed almost surreal, spoken in a tone that suggested the intense battles they had previously fought together had faded into insignificance. Without a moment's pause, Rock launched himself forward, his buster cannon blazing with energy as it unleashed a powerful shot at the imposing figure of the Reaverbot looming before him. The air crackled with tension, thick with the weight of anticipation.

Meanwhile, Tron found herself grappling with an inner conflict, her heart racing as she stood on the precipice of a decision—should she rush to aid the Blue Boy in his fearless assault or capitalize on the moment to snatch the enticing Quantum Refractor that lay tantalizingly just beyond the massive doors?

Which will she decide?

[agloryofuniicorns]

@toronbonne asked: "Hey, Zelda? When all this Calamity talk is over, what do you plan to do? Like, with your future, or whatever. I'm sure you have plans." She pauses. "Unless you don't. Then I'll say you're real dumb."

The young woman wasn't a Sheikah, but she certainly was just as inquisitive about the ancient technology like one of them. She also seemed to be just as quick at understanding, almost unnervingly so at times. It would be rather... crass of her to admit, even to herself, that Zelda harbored some small amount of jealous toward Tron - for that, and her freedom to pursue her studies.

Those were feelings she kept to herself, of course. She was grateful for all the help she was able to receive, and was glad to find others just as curious about investigating the ancient technology as she was.

"After the Calamity talk is over?" Zelda repeated back the words as she mulled over them with a small frown. It felt like thinking about such a thing was... near sacrosanct. Until she was able to commune with Hylia and awaken the sleeping power inside herself, there was nothing else she could think of - or should think of, as far as her father was concerned.

"Oh, well. Likely I'll simply be returning to my studies to prepare for being Queen of Hyrule. My father's already made it clear how little he thinks of my interest in studying anything else." She sighed, a hand moving to tuck a strand of hair back behind her ear.

"Forgive me. That likely was not the response you were looking for."

[pridewaited]

❛ wow that . . . that's some very impressive machinery you have there uh, what would it take to get a lil look at that for myself ? ❜

★ ☾ ❛ @toronbonne // starter call.