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@thesecondsonoflight-blog
Hello! I'd like to reapply as Megaman from the Protomen rock opera/Protoverse! I've changed some things in his app, so I'd like a re-evaluation on his abilities/powers.
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Megaman!
You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 257.
You will retain your superhuman strength, though for now it will barely be enough to lift a car.
You’ll also retain your Mega Blaster, but it can only fire BB pellets.
Enjoy your stay!
– mod polaris.
for the record, i’ll be moving megaman to isola radiale if i get in as well. please do not continue to follow if you plan on remaining in citta.
anyway like this for a starter, uncapped and varying length
techmaturgically:
The lady laughs in earnest, then. ❝ I do try, but I’m too fond of stories to stay completely grounded. ❞ Unrealistic ones were the best, anyway.
Orianna tilts her head in confusion, before she understands - Rock thinks she was born a construct. ❝ Ah. I was unclear. No, I do mean my father; my body used to be human, believe it or not. ❞ It was a reasonable assumption, one she doesn’t blame him for. Without knowing her, there is nothing to indicate the contrary.
❝ I was still an inventor and a surgeon before… this. ❞ Orianna gestures to herself. ❝ I fell very ill some years ago. ❞
Rock (for once) remained silent while Orianna explained her predicament. So she... used to be human? That was weird. She very much did not look it.
“Ohh, okay, I got you -- this is for the crocodile incident a few minutes ago, yeah? You got me, Orianna! Almost believed you there.” There was another few moments of silence from them when it dawned on them; she was very much not joking.
(It was mostly because it took her a little bit to realize they were lying about the weird... lizard crocodile alligator on the roof.)
“So -- you were sick, and then... did they -- did you just start replacing things as they stopped working? That’s still pretty impressive, but also kind’ve,” Rock looked up as they tried to remember what the feeling was.
“Sad. You couldn’t look like yourself?”
People -- humans getting sick wasn’t uncommon, but to the extent where there was none of her left made them feel... strange. It also bugged them that they looked human (at least from the waist up) and Orianna looked more like a machine than they did. (But perhaps that had more to do with The Good Doctor’s intent in making them.)
karmotrinelifesaver:
“The poison mods are not standard. Not usually legal, either, like your arm gun there. Though they might make an exception if it only shot snowballs, I wouldn’t take the chances. The tongue scanning, admittedly, I’ve only really seen on certain kinds of bots…”
It would be rather weird to explain that the kind of bot in question was sex bots. For starters, that sort of thing just didn’t seem like it’d fit in here, even if it was relatively normal in Hive City. But she also didn’t want them to think she had personal experience with said tongue scanners.
Better to just let sleeping dogs lie, or something to that effect. She cleared her throat and let them continue speaking instead.
“Why do all of the machines and mods from your place sound like they’re straight out of an old cartoon? Either way, must be lucky to have a father who can work that sorta stuff. I’m unmodded, though.” She paused, and rolled her eyes, before adding,
“Well, mostly. I got a liver mod for work, not really my choice but it means I can drink more so I’m not complaining. And I guess you can count my eyes and hair too, but that’s more my parents choice, not mine.”
“Certain kinds? Okay, okay lady, you can’t just trail off ominously and not tell me,” Rock said, clearly not willing to let that one go. There was obviously a story there and Rock wanted the stone cold facts.
Effectively banging pots and pans -- no dogs sleeping over here, no siree.
“Man, I dunno, it’d be kind of neat if we had a robot named General Earth. Would be missing the entire point of General Earth considering how much smog and pollution comes outta factory-made machines, but still.” In regards to his father -- Rock shrugged. “Yeah, he, uh, does a lot of stuff like that.”
“Robot liver, though? Sick. Your hair and eyes don’t look like metal, though.” I thought we made it clear that’s not the kind of mod she’s talking about, Rock, but you do you.
“Oh, hey, kissing booths?”
“Okay, I think I know what this is -- and I feel like it’s a bit too sweet of a deal, yeah? People paying me for the pleasure of me smashing my face into their face as roughly as possible.”
“Where’s the catch, there’s gotta be a catch. That’s too good, I usually have to have a reason to get into a fight, and people will just pay me? Someone fill me in here.”
“In any case, you want face smashings? One hive dollar. Boom. Just for the holiday, of uh..” He flipped through a calendar on his phone. “It’s a month.”
Tired of people always telling me to ‘go to the hospital’ and that I’ve ‘lost a lot of blood.’ It’s my severe head injury, not yours. Stay out of it.
Gryffindor (via hogwartsincorrectquotes)
☭! If you want!
Battle Theme: culture shock
Battle intro: “Hey, ma’am? You’re not looking great, are you feeling ... oh, shit.”
Victory: “Whatever happened to you made you stronger -- but not strong enough. Now to fix.. whatever the hell this was.”
Defeat: “Damn it! Someone will stop you, even if I couldn’t -- seriously, didn’t you smell I’m made of metal? Give me my arm back!”
Assist: “Not normally the sidekick type, but all things considered those guys look a little meaner than you do right now -- that’s saying something.”
Taunt: “Needles? What the hell are you, a porcupine? You really should have kept the sword.”
Reacting to Taunt: “That’s not even a taunt! That’s just outright threatening -- what the hell, I don’t even have flesh. Gah!”
Tie: “Don’t get confused, Priscilla -- I just don’t want to hurt you.”
Perfect Victory: “See? Really, really should have kept that sword.”
Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse
Includes
Battle Theme:
Battle intro:
Victory:
Defeat:
Assist:
Taunt:
Reacting to Taunt:
Tie:
Perfect Victory:
You can also put the word “Boss” in front of the symbol and I’ll write it as a boss battle instead of just a generic battle.
thesecondsonoflight replied to your post: �� + “hey gramps what did one ocean say to the…
“nothing! they just WAVED.” plays a laugh track.
“kiddo, that was actually painful. i think i might need to go to the hospital.”
“I guess you could say I... hit your funny bone?”
Rim shot, another canned laugh track.
“Joke’s on you, scientists! Now that it’s really hot I don’t even shoot snowballs anymore, i just shoot water. like a water gun, and I figure if I find enough exposed wires that can be pretty deadly.”
“Check and mate.”
something is clearly bothering him, the gsu swaying his head from side to side, pawing at his face incessantly. it almost looks as if he’s about to sneeze, though that can’t be physically possible. can it?
“i got a tic tac stuck in my barrel…!”
“Don’t worry gramps! I got a way of getting it out, now hold still.” Rock proceeded to scramble up onto something, and then attempted to roundhouse kick Jyuzo in the back of the head.
The loud THUD and crack of concrete might’ve been them, but who knows, honestly.
A pop of static, and Rock Light finds himself in his childhood -- no, his only -- home. The good doctor working late into the night, tinkering and fixing spare parts. Rock looked out the window, down to the people below. As silent as ever, even when they weren’t asleep. The neon signs near the apartment complex they lived in buzzed, still dim and dingey. A clock somewhere struck 12:15AM -- instinctively, Rock moved away from the window. He heard the sounds of the coffee machine brewing, wondering if he had made it before he left, before he remembered that this wasn’t how he left his city.
It was a memory, yes -- a compilation of memories, of nights that were so similar they blurred together. But it wasn’t what he specifically remembered before being taken to Hive City. He wasn’t in the apartment, not truly especially judging by the way his vision flickered like a tape in a vcr player, but he ignored that knowledge for now.
“I made coffee,” Rock said, pulling up a chair from across the doctor, his father’s work desk.
“I smelled it. It smells like --”
“Oil. Yeah, yeah!” Rock laughed like a recording. “I didn’t put any in -- I know you’re going to ask me.” There was a ghost of a smile on the doctor’s face, familiar.
“Fool me once, kid. Fool me once.” There was a pause, and the doctor spoke again.
“This isn’t your memory,” he said, standing up from his seat. “Someone’s stuck you in some kind of dream simulation. You see how your vision flickers, like you’re watching TV?”
He nodded.
“Whether you want to or not, kid, you gotta wake up. I’m not there to fix your systems if it fries. This one is all yours.”
Megaman… didn’t sigh, but hung his head and shook it. It figured, didn’t it? The coffee was still brewing, long after it should be finished. And it figured, too, that he dreamt of a memory -- he wasn’t known for his imagination, he supposed. (Anything he imagined was just something else he remembered.) Regardless, he recalled the doctor saying as such before.
“So… how do I get up, then?”
“I can’t tell you that. Finish dreaming is probably the only way.” And with that, he blinked and was out on the apartment building’s roof, sitting alone. Finish dreaming… but he couldn’t dream.
Well.
He’d just have to help someone finish theirs, then.
And when there’s nowhere else to run … is there room for one more son? These changes ain’t changing me the cold-hearted boy I used to be
thesecondsonoflight replied to your post: pokemon team
SLURPUFFS ARE SO SMALL AND SEVEN… IS SO BIG. BIG CUTE!!!
BETWEEN YOU AND ME… if i could fill his entire team with slurpuffs that’s it. that would be his team.
Seven voice: we’ve been living for 5 days with no less than 36 of these little creatures and honestly I refuse to live under any other circumstance.
someone just finds a pile of sleeping slurpuffs and theres this giant gun stickin outta the pile, also snoozing peacefully.
MEGAMAN’S MEGA* POKEMON TEAM!
*none of these pokemon are in mega forms and i dont... know if any of them do, maybe magnemite.
i tried to go with a team but i feel like that would be BOXING MEGAMAN in and he would hate that, so its mostly just whatever lol. i was half tempted to put in two bisharps and have one the normal red and then the shiny one, a blue one? but no he just has the regular one. and one day he’ll get that tyrunt. one day.
hey! if ur ever looking for information on my character (whether i haven’t finished/uploaded my stats or bio pages or it’s just information you’d like to know) you can always 100% shoot me a message asking about anything! if you need something cleared up about my muse, ask me. if you wanna learn more about my muse, ask me. if something is confusing you or you just want to know more - ask me! i’m always available to answer questions about my muse because the odds are i’m probably still figuring them out. no matter how long i’ve had them for, there’s always room for character development and finding out more about them. there are some things even i haven’t figured out about my muse, so always feel free to ask me if you wanna know anything.
