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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" He didn't sound like he was stopping anytime soon.
NOPE. And away Quick runs, kicking up a sandstorm’s worth of dust as he puts as much distance between himself and the screeching bird as soon as possible.
"IF YOU COULD DO ONE THING IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE? WHAT??"
"End your pitiful existence."
Blaze didn't give the bird time to speak. His weapon was active and he was firing away, caring little for whatever damages he could cause. This thing just plain needed to die, and he was more than happy to be its murderer.
Sits on her hat and refuses to leave.
Considering she was used to Beat doing this sometimes Kalinka only sighed. Her hat apparently made a good nest for robot birds. Still she had summer reading to do and she couldn’t really do it with Reggae on her head. Taking her hat off she placed it down next to her and continued reading. Hopefully she’d get some done before the annoying bird robot started talking.
worstbirdever:
“YOU’RE WELCOME!” Reggae screeched in response, apparently not understanding the concept of lowering one’s voice. Or he did know, and just didn’t care to do it.
“REGGAE.” He replied, ruffling his wings. “I KNOW YOUR REAL NAME IS ROCK BUT I’M NOT GOING TO USE THAT.”
...Geez, this bird is loud. The brunet winces, pressing a hand to his audio receptor. Would he listen if Rock asked him to quiet down?
...If he belongs to Dr. Wily like the kid thinks he might, probably not.
“Um... That’s okay, Reggae! You can call me Mega Man if you want! So... Where did you come from? You’re not lost, are you?”
#THIS IS ONE OF MY FEW LIFELONG REGRETS #THAT I BUILT THIS DAMN THING
“YOU’RE THE ONE TO BLAME. IT’S YOUR FAULT THAT YOU BUILT ME!” Reggae flew off out of Wily’s reach, but didn’t leave.
“WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER MY QUESTION? I’LL LEAVE IF YOU DO. OTHERWISE I’M GOING TO TAKE WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU’RE WORKING ON.”
“Yes, fine, whatever, I WAS having fun coming up with another BRILLIANT idea for my daughter, until you showed up! Now go away before I dismantle you and use you for parts!”
Ugh, where was something long and easy to swat birds with? Like a broom or something? Seriously, after building this bird, justifying Gospel’s existence to Alto wasn’t exactly difficult. Or, it wouldn’t be, if Gospel were a good dog and could catch the damn bird!
"YOU MAY BE ONE OF THE SMARTEST ROBOTS IN THE FORTRESS, BUT YOU'LL NEVER HAVE HAIR. SO SAD."
It was a good thing Soprano knew how to disable his audio receptors. Reggae could scream at him all day, and he wouldn't hear a word of it! It was pure bliss.
... Though it would be deceitful not to say that Soprano didn't feel like plucking all of Reggae's feathers out at the moment.
"I WANT TO CONGRATULATE YOU ON ALL THE TIMES YOU RUINED THE OLD FART'S PLANS. SO CONGRATULATIONS, BLUEBERRY. AS A REWARD I'M NOT GOING TO TRASH YOUR HOUSE FOR A FEW MONTHS. BE GLAD."
The small child is entirely speechless. Where did this bird come from? Why did he choose now of all times to pop up, and– Isn’t Blueberry Forte’s nickname for him? Is this one of Dr. Wily’s pets? Granted by his speech patterns, Rock wouldn’t doubt it…
“I, um… Thank you?” He crouches down to get a better look at the little guy. “What’s your name, birdie?”
GREETINGS, TURD BLOSSOM! ARE YOU HAVING FUN FAILING AS PER USUAL??
“Why do I still have you around?!”
Dr. Wily starts swatting at the robotic bird, trying to shoo him off. “Would you go bother someone else?! I’m busy!”
