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Blues had to admit, while it wasn’t the ritziest bar he’d been to, it was still a nice one. The interior was a bit rustic, if not a bit modest, and had a somewhat homey feel to it. The lighting was warm, and there were a couple posters and tacky—In his humble opinion—paintings strung up along the walls. Typical decor for a establishment like this, admittedly. The bar itself was a bit crowded, but not to an uncomfortable degree. It was the comfortable kind of crowded. The kind where there’s enough people to make a place feel lively and cheerful, yet you don’t feel suffocated. It was the perfect location to meet up if you wanted to be inconspicuous. Music floated through the air from a Jukebox in the corner, and Blues noted that the current song playing was an older, jazzier number. Not something he listened to all that often, at least recently, but still nice to hear every now and again. The First let out an quiet hum, then raised the glass in his hand to his lips. Currently, he was seated at the bar nursing an Old Fashioned. He’d situated himself closer to the end, not directly within line of sight, clearly waiting for someone.

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Metal has never exactly denied having an anger issue or two. Honestly, you try looking after an island of over forty hyperactive, combat-ready Robot Masters and we’ll see if you come back with your blood pressure intact. Normally, he’d take this pent up aggression out on one of his brothers in a sparring match, or even just some of the dummies in the training facility, but neither option was available at the moment. The former being too busy and the later’s repairs still being on hold after his most recent. . . outburst. The last thing he wanted to do was blow up at any of his younger siblings, though, even if they were more or less the root cause of his current mood. He’d just make things back at home worse in this state.

So, he resorted to his last coping mechanism: absolutely wrecking havoc on some poor forest. Don’t tell Wood, but they’re just one of the most available and desolate areas. Really, he’d happily take his anger out on a scrapyard or demolition project, but those weren’t often both accessible and unmonitored. And as much as he loathed the potential comparison to a certain Lightbot, felling trees and crushing rocks would have to do.

He didn’t pay any attention to where he teleported to, having just wanted to get out of the base before he said anything he’d regret later. A Metal Blade chopped right through the first tree in his line of sight before he even fully materialized, sending it crashing down with a resounding thud and any creatures in the area scurrying for cover. He pressed both hands over his face and forcefully exhaled. He was going to be here for a bit.

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Chatter on Neo Arcadia’s airwaves was never necessarily cause for alarm. Even now, it was fairly typical noise. Weather statements, news, gossip about celebrities and their favorite topic: their Legendary Red Hero. It was the kind of feed that was meant to fill the heads of complacent humans and provide nothing useful. The fact that they had even been pulled up at all was not for the noise at all, but instead for that which interrupted it.

...There was a trick about it, you see.

Weil, Omega, Elpizo, the Baby Elves, anything that used a transceiver or travelled cyberspace would cause a flicker through transmitted frequencies. A sign that something physical but not quite passing through between where the signal was being broadcasted versus being received.

It wasn’t a perfect tracking system; in fact it usually just told that something was travelling (which was a lot given all reploids and quite a few humans used transceivers to get around). Still... Seraph himself was paranoid. The idea that any of the current threats at large could simply barrel through the front gates of Neo Arcadia was not the greatest feeling.

Those were still human lives and reploid lives being endangered.

Ultimately when an unusual jolt of the radio station’s occurs and stops within one of the old Residential District Zones, he’s making the choice to intercept before someone else does. A chance at one of the Baby Elves or the Mother Elf was one to be taken without hesitation, after all.

What the Copy instead finds within the rubble and skeletal remains of buildings long gone is... something else. It’s exactly the kind of thing that catches him between a groan of annoyance and a huff of exasperation. Hm. A mood he seemed to be feeling quite often. Another alternate of himself, then?

“....Great.”

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Word travels fast over the network, and the latest gossip to pique Shade’s interest was that of an alternate Shadow Man who had supposedly defected from his Wily. If true, it was fascinating. . . and more than a little concerning, quite frankly.

Shade had done a considerable amount of investigating before establishing contact with the multitudes of the multiverse. He had found that many of their timelines overlapped significantly, down to most major events occurring near seamlessly between them. In learning this information, though, he realized that his own timeline was noticeably behind many of the others that had opened contact. On one hand, it provided a great opportunity for preparation. Knowing, with any amount of certainty, what the future could possibly hold gave them a spectacular leg up in their plans. On the other hand, however, it provided an even greater opportunity for paranoia. There was no way to know how exactly certain events might befall them, if at all. This was one of them.

Save the Doctor ultimately perishing, he had yet to come across anything like this. Normally, he might have brushed it off as an isolated anomaly, but. . . there was something off about his own Shadow as well. He was becoming oddly reclusive. Well, more so than usual, as if he was hiding something. Dr. Wily had been similarly cryptic about the mechanisms of the recent war, when he normally boasted his accomplishments to anyone who had the misfortune of being in earshot. Shade could picture nothing short of disaster swaying the loyalty of the Doctor’s ever watchful lapdog, so if this was a case of history repeating, then he needed to find out whatever he could.

Shadow Man was inherently difficult to locate, but Shade seemed to have a knack for keeping up with him. It took some time, but he did eventually find the disowned ninja. Wishing to ensure the alternate Shadow knew he meant no threat, he made no effort to conceal his presence, and landed close enough to get his attention without being too invasive.

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At this point, Blues had run into several alternates--both of himself and Shadow. He wasn't sure how it all worked, but somehow he just kept crossing paths with them, despite being from different worlds.

Most of them looked similar, if not practically identical to each other; the Shadows in particular usually had few physical differences, his own being an outlier among them for the scar across his eye. (Thankfully, that made it easy to tell when one wasn't his, even without the signal identifier.)

His own alternates were more varied, but generally followed the same basic guidelines for Protomen: shades, scarf, coat, dark hair, traumatic past, bad core.

This one, though, had much lighter hair than most. He was still recognizable as a Protoman, but he had a different air about him. Blues hopped down from the roof where he'd been watching him, and into the alley the alternate was in.

"Yo," he greeted casually, hands in his pockets.

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[DLN-001 > DLN-000] Blues, are you busy? Can we talk?

Blues paused at the message, his hands stilling on where they'd been keeping his broken door in place in its frame. He'd been in the middle of replacing the hinges after having not even touched the damn thing in days.

He sighed, easing the door back down onto its side on the floor and rolling down his sleeves.

[DLN-000 > DLN-001]: No, I'm not busy. What do you need? Is everything okay?

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Rather than sit next to Ring, Metal hoisted himself onto the table, legs haphazardly dangling off its edge.

"Me? Cause trouble? I would never." The lilt in his voice suggested he indeed would if the fancy struck him.

He raised the glass to his mask. A small, seamless panel clicked open, revealing a dark, mesh-like structure beneath. Lacking functional lips, a filtration device had been incorporated into his mask to allow him to drink. He pressed his tongue to the other side of the opening, the liquid passing through all but unobstructed, and flowing into a tube at its tip. Such a method meant he also didn't have proper taste buds, but it got the drink into his system all the same. With the shot downed, he leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand.