The Manufactured God

Your worlds bore me. You bore me. Lucky for your continued existence, I don't bother killing boring things.((An independent RP blog for a semi!AU Omega from Mega Man Zero. See about for more info.))

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A bridge between Life and Death (@thedevilreploid)

It really wasn’t more than a few days after Omega had gotten Wren home, tended, and then left to destroy his rift before Alpha caused trouble, but threads were damaged and needed mended, and M.O.D. was sworn to a duty.

And it was her favorite kind, the entity movind to work late at night with the moon high as she re-opened a rift, moved it and melded it to wood and circuitry, memory threading through as M.O.D. set up the gateway. Then, while Wren still slept, she did something the entity never did.

She opened the door, just enough to peer through, eyes focused on the crumbled world of the other side before clucking her tongue and humming to the occupants briefly, tone soft and welcoming.

“Enter freely, and of your own free well.” She murmured.

If was an odd greeting, but M.O.D. knew things almost lost in her world, magick and rites and the sprig of burning sage served to cleanse the entrance.

She didn’t doubt a moment Omega would be disintertested in any of it. She’s placed it in his base, and she’d placed it in Wren’s room for a specific reason, and that reason was the access. Omega needed fed, and she didn’t doubt Alpha may find another rift, and for that, she was sure she made the best move, leaving a small offering of batteries to wait for the vampire before moving to adjust Wren, and with that done, she slid backwards to Hammerspace.

And let the Vampire find the portal of his own accord further.

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The energy distortion of a rift opening - after he had spent good energy sealing it off - drew Omega to the doorway deep within his territory like a bee to a flower. And stepping through the doorway, he saw what he had been hoping he wouldn’t - would - something see. 

“This place again? Good thing it’s in Death’s realm, then.”

While he did speak aloud, it was at a volume deliberately lowered so as not to wake the sleeping bridge on the bed.

...Welp, he might as well grab a quick snack while he was here. He would need it for the little project he and his Lieutenant were undertaking.

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

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Wren nods, and points, before frowning.

“it’s a wayds away. But he’s come through it before. Jumped… Jumped me last time.”

She uncurls a bit, pulling herself out of her hiding space slowly. One leg is silver and red and she wobbles before gripping a post, teeth grit in pain.

“Nngghh… Ow. Ow, honey, ow, please?”

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“Did he? I’ll soon put an end t’ that. You might need a new route into this world if you want to keep poking your nose in, though.” He scoops her up into his arms, making a tsking noise at the mess of her leg, then begins carrying her in the direction she pointed.

“It won’t happen again. Alpha is mine to deal with. No-one else’s.”

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

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Blues perks immediately, getting the message before moving rapidly.

While he doesn’t necissarily trust the strangerm the scent of iron and coolant tells him she’s less likely to do much damage, and soon, the Lightbot is gone.

Wren doesn’t peer until then, visibly shaking and swallowing warily. She’s cringing for sure.

“S-sorry…” She murmurs, and shifts, whining.

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“I don’t apologize,” Omega begins, and kneels next to the bridgetech gynoid, taking in her injuries with a blank gaze. “But Alpha usually doesn’t venture this deep into my territory. I won’t let that go unpunished.” 

Not that it would do the nosy one any good, given the damage she had just suffered.

“Point me to the portal you came in through, and I’ll ensure you get home safely.”

Why?

Well, he’d be bored if she died. Plus he’d be out a possibly-reliable energy source.

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

[closettohammerspace]

That earns a sneer.

“Desperate for anything? That’s all it is, a meal for me.” Alpha hisses, motioning in the direction Wren moved in, evident by the flecks of red and silver in the dirt. “The Cyberelves are more challenging.”

And then he grins.

“I could let you watch though~”

And then a pause as he looks - past Omega really, before his lip curls and a plasma bolt lands near him, the Reploid darting back with a hiss.

“The theif is you, for stealing my playthings and people and making that.”

And Alpha motions to the scarven, visored android that charges close, buster warming as Alpha hisses, moving to bolt. If he’s lucky, he’ll get in a theift or bite, but his pursuer is intent on forbidding it, firing again before the android pads to Omega dutifully, motioning.

“…felt your summons.” He says idly. “The hell was he loose for?”

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“Apparently I stole ‘his’ dinner,” Omega snorts, moving to the place he thinks Wren has tried to hide herself, sniffing the air. “Who should still be in the area even after I told her to get the hell out.”

Well, she wasn’t the smartest guest he’d ever had, but it was obvious that the blue-eyed stranger was if nothing else, not boring.

“Since he bothered to come this far out, however, his bottle might be unattended. If we hurry.”

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

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The move works, though not without Alpha tearing a peice directly from Wren, earning a shriek before she moves, or tries to to hide. Alpha, however, isn’t watching now, instead hissing at Omega.

“That,” He snaps. “Is my dinner!” The cannibal screeches. “I caught it! You stole it!”

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Missing pieces are better than missing life, though the shriek is rather unpleasant to hear.

“Please, I claimed her well before you knew she existed. It’s hardly my fault you’re little more than a petty thief. Couldn’t even keep your own identity, no, you had to steal it.”

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

[closettohammerspace]

“Then why is he…” Wren trails off to pull the cyber elf to hold, offering a finger for him to hold if he desires. She’s confused, at this point, and strokes Zero gently, exprression a soft one that almost seems abnormal to her face.

“Anything I can do you you, little guy…?”

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“He would wink himself out of existence if I would let him,” Omega says, tone cold as he watches the two interact. “Instead, he sleeps much of the time and doesn’t witness much of what became of X.” 

Upon hearing the name, the cyber elf visibly winces, bowing his head as he curls over himself in Wren’s hands, expression and body language one of devastation and sadness beyond words.

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“…So he is telling the truth…” Wren murmurs, and strokes Zero gently, expression sympathetic. “You did everything in your power, Zero. I know you did. Don’t blame yourself.”

And, very gently, Wren kisses the top of his head softly, smiling a moment before stopping, and listening.

The footfalls are nearly mute, but it’s the quiet that drew her attention, and while Wren would normally fly, she also can’t, the broken repulsor hand grabbing another ‘feather’ rapidly as her good hand holds Zero protectively, the Stark Gynoid blanching again - and at a flash of blue, she shrieks alarm, throwing and detonating the charge before darting to try hiding, anything, but she’s far more afraid of Alpha than Omega, especially based on how frantic she gets as the Maverick begins stalking close.

“That,” Alpha growls. “Was my dinner.”

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“Too bad, she was mine instead,” Omega taunts, and reaches a hand out to call the cyber elf back into his own chassis. Wren’s protection or no, Zero integrated into his own systems will both boost his own power and prevent the idiot from doing that annoying cyber-elf trait of self-sacrifice “And you really shouldn’t leave your meals lying around uneaten, Alpha. You know I’ll find them~”

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“That’s the only way you seem to find things these day, Omega.” Alpha snorts before moving. “I stashed it, but it got out, and I’m hungry, so I plan to finish.”

Thr motion is rapid and efficient and Wren can’t move fast enough to escape - though at her immediate response, she’s visibly still healing from the last encounter.

Alpha, for his part, is ignoring Omega’s pet, instead grinning as he snaps and bites weakened points, planning to make a quick display to remind Omega what he can do, and finally glances, grinning.

“Shouldn’t let your dinner play with your pets Omega, pets get ideas. I had to put mine in a little bluebottle to hide a while~”

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Oh no.

Oh no Alpha is not going to touch his meal ticket! Omega snarls and jumps at alpha, hair flaring out to snap tendrils on the other reploid’s form. His intent isn’t to train energy but rather pull Alpha off of Wren, at least long neough for her to get back.

“Run, girl!” He hisses, drawing his blade and bringing it across in an arc that should, with luck, force Alpha to drop his ‘lunch’ lest he lose his head.

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

[closettohammerspace]

“Then why is he…” Wren trails off to pull the cyber elf to hold, offering a finger for him to hold if he desires. She’s confused, at this point, and strokes Zero gently, exprression a soft one that almost seems abnormal to her face.

“Anything I can do you you, little guy…?”

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“He would wink himself out of existence if I would let him,” Omega says, tone cold as he watches the two interact. “Instead, he sleeps much of the time and doesn’t witness much of what became of X.” 

Upon hearing the name, the cyber elf visibly winces, bowing his head as he curls over himself in Wren’s hands, expression and body language one of devastation and sadness beyond words.

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“…So he is telling the truth…” Wren murmurs, and strokes Zero gently, expression sympathetic. “You did everything in your power, Zero. I know you did. Don’t blame yourself.”

And, very gently, Wren kisses the top of his head softly, smiling a moment before stopping, and listening.

The footfalls are nearly mute, but it’s the quiet that drew her attention, and while Wren would normally fly, she also can’t, the broken repulsor hand grabbing another ‘feather’ rapidly as her good hand holds Zero protectively, the Stark Gynoid blanching again - and at a flash of blue, she shrieks alarm, throwing and detonating the charge before darting to try hiding, anything, but she’s far more afraid of Alpha than Omega, especially based on how frantic she gets as the Maverick begins stalking close.

“That,” Alpha growls. “Was my dinner.”

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“Too bad, she was mine instead,” Omega taunts, and reaches a hand out to call the cyber elf back into his own chassis. Wren’s protection or no, Zero integrated into his own systems will both boost his own power and prevent the idiot from doing that annoying cyber-elf trait of self-sacrifice “And you really shouldn’t leave your meals lying around uneaten, Alpha. You know I’ll find them~”

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

[closettohammerspace]

“Then why is he…” Wren trails off to pull the cyber elf to hold, offering a finger for him to hold if he desires. She’s confused, at this point, and strokes Zero gently, exprression a soft one that almost seems abnormal to her face.

“Anything I can do you you, little guy…?”

[thedevilreploid-blog]

“He would wink himself out of existence if I would let him,” Omega says, tone cold as he watches the two interact. “Instead, he sleeps much of the time and doesn’t witness much of what became of X.” 

Upon hearing the name, the cyber elf visibly winces, bowing his head as he curls over himself in Wren’s hands, expression and body language one of devastation and sadness beyond words.

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

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“Oh, please,” Omega retorts, less than amused by her terror now. “You have far too much energy to die from one or two feedings.” He goes quiet, then, focusing on his meal before finally, a moment or an eternity later, he leans back and regards Wren anew. 

“Now, I did say you would get to meet that ghost, didn’t I~?”

As he speaks, a soft glow emanates from somewhere near his core, before a translucent figure materializes in front of him. The figure is small and weak, but there is no denying its resemblance to the eerie-eyed blond - or his predecessor.

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Wrenfinally calms some after a moment, and blinks at the glow, before her eyes go wide at the ghost. Free now, and terror forgotten, Wren cups her hands to ‘catch’ him impusively. She’s not really seen a cyber elve, visibly, but she isn’t going to harm him, expression wondering as she finally addresses the little one.

“…Hello… Are you in pain…?”

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The tiny, not fully-manifested form sinks into the offered hands, resting in a kneeling position. The being’s small head tips to one side as he considers her words, electric-current wings motionless behind him. Finally, he lifts a hand and tips it back and forth in a ‘so-so’ motion.

“And you thought me mad when I mentioned keeping his ghost,” Omega says, more than a little smugness saturating his voice. “I am many things, nosy one, but crazy isn’t one of them.”

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

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Wren hisses, trying to get her arms free but he’s bigger - not difficult; most Zeros are - and Wren hisses, sharp and fast like air before she tries to take a nip at him, glaring.

“You’re seriously not keeping me /prisoner/! she snaps. Mindm it’s false bravado. He’s definaitely bigger and stronger - and Wren can’t get an arm loose yet.

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“Hardly,” he answers, and nips at an energy-distribution point, intent on feeding if given the opportunity - as seems to have happened. “But I do need extra power for you to communicate with the not-so departed~.” 

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At this point, Wren is terrified, and the nip makes her flinch, jumping and staring with a terrified look. She’s going to die here. She’s going to die, and there’ll be nothing she can do, and the feeling of helplessness is what does it. She’s not really bawling, but, the fear is there. She doesn’t plead either, she simply freezes, and stares, beginning to hyperventilatre.

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“Oh, please,” Omega retorts, less than amused by her terror now. “You have far too much energy to die from one or two feedings.” He goes quiet, then, focusing on his meal before finally, a moment or an eternity later, he leans back and regards Wren anew. 

“Now, I did say you would get to meet that ghost, didn’t I~?”

As he speaks, a soft glow emanates from somewhere near his core, before a translucent figure materializes in front of him. The figure is small and weak, but there is no denying its resemblance to the eerie-eyed blond - or his predecessor.

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

[closettohammerspace]

Wren hisses, trying to get her arms free but he’s bigger - not difficult; most Zeros are - and Wren hisses, sharp and fast like air before she tries to take a nip at him, glaring.

“You’re seriously not keeping me /prisoner/! she snaps. Mindm it’s false bravado. He’s definaitely bigger and stronger - and Wren can’t get an arm loose yet.

[thedevilreploid-blog]

“Hardly,” he answers, and nips at an energy-distribution point, intent on feeding if given the opportunity - as seems to have happened. “But I do need extra power for you to communicate with the not-so departed~.” 

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Omega’s answer to that is a smirk, and he grins at her. 

“Did I not tell you yet, nosy bird? I ate Zero~”

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Wren’s first response is an expression asking why everyone eats others, before it settles in.

If the X there wasted her, and this guy ate Zero, she’s fucked, pretty much. Not to mention everyone seems nuts, and very slowly Wren slides off completely and takes a few steps back. She’s not able to hide the fact she’s alarmed now. Not a bit, despite her tone.

“You… How… What…”

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“Don’t look at me,” Omega answers, and he’s obviously taking far too much pleasure in the alarm on her face. “I was awoken in direct response to Alpha’s rise. For where there’s an Alpha, there needs to be an Omega to match him. Match and defeat, should it come that. Unfortunately, complications have gotten in the way of the latter.”

Then he blinks and the smirk stretches out, becoming something predatory and deliberately intimidating. “Oh, y’ mean blue-eyes? Yeah, I ate him. I was hungry, and the poor little idiot had lost himself to despair. I keep his ghost around, y’know. As a nice little reminder.”

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Is that horror? Yes. That’s horror, and Wren seems to shift to a defensive stance, the hand with a broken, cracked repulsor pulling an item like a feather from her hair as she puffs up to look bigger.

She’s evidently panicking, and doesn’t want to be eaten.

“You’re fucking nuts…” She’s shaking though. She’s scared, and it shows in her voice - she couldn’t take Omega, could she? Alpha was impossible but…

She fingers the feather, which sparks before she throws it, the antimatter exploding before she bolts rapidly, hoping to outrun the predator.

This explains the last encounter, but this is bad - very bad, if nothing to help survives in that world.

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Omega’s response to her panicked attempt at fleeing is to laugh, even as he’s thrown backwards by the blast. Rising to his feet, he takes off after her, apparently feeling nothing but amusement at seeing her flee.

“Welcome to the madhouse, nosy~”

With one smooth, booster-powered jump, he tackles and grabs her, rolling into a crumbling brick wall before coming to a stop.

“Now, whoever said you could leave?”

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Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Omega’s answer to that is a smirk, and he grins at her. 

“Did I not tell you yet, nosy bird? I ate Zero~”

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Wren’s first response is an expression asking why everyone eats others, before it settles in.

If the X there wasted her, and this guy ate Zero, she’s fucked, pretty much. Not to mention everyone seems nuts, and very slowly Wren slides off completely and takes a few steps back. She’s not able to hide the fact she’s alarmed now. Not a bit, despite her tone.

“You… How… What…”

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“Don’t look at me,” Omega answers, and he’s obviously taking far too much pleasure in the alarm on her face. “I was awoken in direct response to Alpha’s rise. For where there’s an Alpha, there needs to be an Omega to match him. Match and defeat, should it come that. Unfortunately, complications have gotten in the way of the latter.”

Then he blinks and the smirk stretches out, becoming something predatory and deliberately intimidating. “Oh, y’ mean blue-eyes? Yeah, I ate him. I was hungry, and the poor little idiot had lost himself to despair. I keep his ghost around, y’know. As a nice little reminder.”

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

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Wren doesn’t buy it, instead, she gnaws a bit irritably.

“HE TRIED TO EAT ME! THAT. IS NOT. DEAD.”

Unlike Wren, who seems to avoid drawng blood - it’s likely an oral fixation born of frustration really.

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“What makes you think that’s X?” Omega asks, raising an eyebrow as she chews on him. He doesn’t seem to  feel overly threatened by the chomping.

“If you want, I can let you speak with the source of my knowledge on the subject - I can’t guarantee he’ll answer, though~”

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“…Wreh?” That gets her to stop mid-gnaw and she blinks, moving to look at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Omega’s answer to that is a smirk, and he grins at her. 

“Did I not tell you yet, nosy bird? I ate Zero~”

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

[closettohammerspace]

Wren doesn’t buy it, instead, she gnaws a bit irritably.

“HE TRIED TO EAT ME! THAT. IS NOT. DEAD.”

Unlike Wren, who seems to avoid drawng blood - it’s likely an oral fixation born of frustration really.

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“What makes you think that’s X?” Omega asks, raising an eyebrow as she chews on him. He doesn’t seem to  feel overly threatened by the chomping.

“If you want, I can let you speak with the source of my knowledge on the subject - I can’t guarantee he’ll answer, though~”

[thedevilreploid-blog]

Hello Omega Wren tries dropping on you from a perch she climbed to. Hope you don't mind weaker creatures trying to headlock. "What the SHIT is wrong with your X!?"

He’ll let her try, if only because a tiny - but more powerful than she appears- aerial unit trying to pull him into a headlock is rather amusing. For the moment, anyway.

“X is dead,” he drawls simply. “Not unlike Zero. Why?”

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{:Dynatron:} "What the--what are you looking at? Hey. HEY. BUZZZZ OFF!" She doesn't like the way he's looking and approaching her, and she lets off a few sparks in warning. "WARNING YOU RIGHT NOW, BUB."

“You smell delicious~” Omega grins, eyes glinting red-on-black as he steps closer to Dynatron, his hair picking up motion behind him as he does. “Appetizing, full of energy... I’d suggest you run~”