THE WILY CITY

an RP/Ask blog for Forte and Piano // megamix and gigamix canon // Run by: Maki of the stars // will follow you from @speedystarfield//Please read the pinned for more info!

[wilycitydatalog]

𝕊𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 .. 𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤.

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- Semi-New to the platform and Tumblr rp in general so, please excuse me If I’m slow on understanding something,,

independent portray of megamix Forte and Piano! (with MMU too lol)

Serious / Crack / Banter RP

(N)SFW (mosltly dark themes like robogore, psychological warefare, unhealthy coping mechanism BUT LEWD IS A BIG NONO)

Semi detailed/will try my best to match up with your writing!

Friendly Mun! random starters or DM plotting are more then welcomed!

Ships are iffy..

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[wilycitydatalog]

Bass.EXE has logged in.

"You... Kind of look like me."

❝ an’  the  hell  are  you  supposed  t’  be?  some  kind  of  crappy  copied  AI? ❞

the bassnium replied with agitated voice as he gazed at the netnavi on his “sister” skull tablet.. while his expression screamed “annoying and rude” all the way up ahead, in his inner, he was quite struggling to know what in god’s name was before him, a wily project he doesn’t know about?

meanwhile, the assistant girl next to him has her dead eyes locked on the netnavi on her tablet screen. it was something she never saw before, no AI has she seen in her life looked like this and it was high doubt that wily would craft such .. entity like this. he may be smart at machines but, not much at AIs. perhaps another explanation for the malfunction of his bots..

eventually, she snatched off the tablet from her supposed “brother”. putting it only on her focus.

❝ I  don’t  suppose  he  is ..  apologies  for  the  rudeness  of  my  .. linemate, may  you  please  state  your  name  and  motive? ❞

[wilycitydatalog]

❝I  am  not  Wily’s  Daughter  nor  am  I  the  SWN’s  Sister.  I  am  simply a  primer  assistant  in  Wily  City  Department. ❞

❝and  a  bitch  that  won’t  leave  me  the  fuck  alone.❞

❝my  intentions  are  simply  to  observe and  take  notes  from  your  actions  and  reflections  towards  other  individuals  whether  they  are  organic  or  not. while  not  interruption  the  connection  of  course.  take  me  as  a  backwatcher  if  you  may.❞

[speedystarfield]

❝ heh, why ain’t that cute~ keep pesterin’ him fer me, wouldja pia~?❞

[wilycitydatalog]

❝.. That’s  Piano  for  you,  SWN-009. As  for  the  latter, apologies  but, I don’t take outsider’s  requests  for  jubilee  actions  toward  SWN-001. as  I  had mention  at  first, I  am  mere  back  watcher. ❞

[wilycitydatalog]

❝  THE  FUCK  IS  THAT  DUMBASS  COMPARING  ME  TO?! ❞  

❝  In  a  way  or  so,  that  grey  individual  isn’t  completly  wrong.  SWN - 009  data  file  of  building  process  did  mention  some  part  about  her  spares  were  to  be  the  same  as  SWN - 008, SWN - 004  and  you.

❝  Not  to  mention,  she  seems  to  be  suffering  from  quick  anger  issues  for  the  nonsensical  of  situations  as  previous  example.  So,  we  can  only  conclude  this of  her  being  your  true  core  sister. ❞ 

❝  SHUT  UP — !  NOBODY  WANTS  YOUR  DAMN  SMARTASS  LECTURING  ABOUT  THIS  SITUATION. ❞  

[wilycitydatalog]

THE ALTS ENCOUNTER!

[ Closed Starter with @angsty-cobrafish ]

it was a calm night at the far places to MegaMix city, owls and crickets noises flowing in the air like any casual night. in the near exist of the city, there was it .. the scrapyard or as other robot masters considers as ‘‘bad fate: the tasteless crematory’’ for any robot passing out to extensional existence. even after the rough fight of the ninth to get the robots to live peacefully, the entire fourth law of robotics was still to be extended .. resulting scattered pieces of arms, helmets and even power sources all piled up in this junkyard…

in middle of that slaughteryard, there were two robots that didn’t absolutely give a shit about their surrounding and simply were standing there. the taller male one was leaning his back against one of the red metal pillars that seemed to be barely standing and might crash in with an impact within seconds, his red rose eyes simply looking at his horizon. the other one was female robot shorten to him in height. standing up next to him while holding a skeleton-shaped tablet with the W letter splatters behind it. her focus seemed to be on the mentioned tablet rather then the surrounding.

❝ain’t  that  gremlin  around  here  yet?!❞ he kicks some gears and wires out of his sight like a football. all the way to the piles. with no chills or patient. he felt he was about to lose it from the .. 2 minutes of waiting they were doing.

❝we  have  just  arrived  to  this  place  shortly,  Forte.  be  patient.❞ the assistance replied in a soft tune, her fingers still tapping on and off on the played windows in her screen..which were two in count. one had a tracker to their current location and the other was the letter she has transferred to the other bass .. in a way or other.   ❝I  made  sure  the  sent  message  was  wide  font  and  clear  for  the  alternate  to  comprehend.  he  shall  arrive  shortly..❞

❝ ..If  this  shit  ‘s  all  a  troll  from  you  I  swear  to  infinity- ❞

❝I’m  not  009  to  commit  such  childish  act.❞

[angsty-cobrafish]

No sooner had the little spat concluded was the darkness of the night scorched away by a gold and violet light touching down before them.  Beside that light was a lighter purple one.  Both fading away to reveal a pair of bots.  One, who looked almost identical to the taller male, glared at him with murderous ruby red optics.  He was shorter, taller than the female by at most three inches.  The other was his loyal support unit, a large purple wolfbot that would sit quietly until given orders to do otherwise.

Fangs bared, the SWN raised his buster.  Charging up plasma in the chamber already.  “Ya got some nerve contactin’ me, ya lousey scrapheap!”  Ready to kill his alternate for the high crimes, least in his optics, of Linemate betrayal and abandonment.  Linemates that he didn’t have in his dimension and timeline.  Linemates he’d adopted in place of this disgrace of their serial.  Their name.

[wilycitydatalog]

the supposed “siblings” argument were still kept on with one side being obvious impatient animal and the other being the quite or rather the “annoyed” one for real .. till it was cut with the arrival of the other bot.

at last he was here!

the SWNs siblings instantly titled their heads for the other. the female robot gazed with her dead fish eyes, letting curious awe while maintaining the same position of her tablet held. meanwhile the male bot was looking less annoyed then before as her risen her back out of the pillar he was landing his back on this entire time.

❝ ..Please do no make a mistake for the source as I was the one inviting you onto this field, other 001.❞  Piano added. her tune was soft as were to be suspected from a roll copy but, it was surely lacking one thing that roll had. emotions. ❝ SWN - 010 Piano, pleasure to meet your acquaintance.❞  as the assistant took a respectful bow. her red blood eyes to gaze back at her “brother” that was finally attempting to stand out more as he walks past her.

❝ Tch, bout  damn  time  ye  showed  up, short pants. ❞  the male spoke out as his trace of walks continues before he stops on his track, in about five feet away from his counterpart. his ruby eyes fixated on him .. seems like purple petal wasn’t tricking him when she said he was an alt of his..and the one that those losers adopted in his place? not that he gave a shit or two about it.

what mattered to the most is the wide anger and anticipation the other had for this battle? now that’s something right up his league!

❝ eager  fer  battle  already?  now  yer  talking  my  language! ❞ his annoyed expression rightfully flipped onto a shit eating grin as he takes his position, his arm forming onto a buster, leaning it down and pointing it at the other as well.  ❝ better  make  it  up  good  if  ya  don’  wanna  rust  and  get  buried  as  scraps,  shortie. ❞ 

❝ I  shall  be  observing  the  battle  from  afar  then..❞ and thus, Piano takes her walk out of the battlefield zone, climbing her way to one of the scrap piles and sits up there. the gem on top of her head was slightly glowing within the darkness of the rust hell as she activated the recording app on her skull tablet with her finger near the record activation button for whenever the battle officially commences.

[inifinitypink]

W. Waltz: Waltz. Will. End. You

Piano: Waltz should also learn how to cope

Some doodles I made before for the sisters cuz y’all need to know they exist.

as for that dialogue? it’s for the piece, I couldn’t add it to it cuz there wasn’t much space to do so. but, yeah, Waltz and Piano are sworn enemies. not for their father’s approvement as Waltz doesn’t even work for him but, they just hate each other in general. for long ass lore. and I have no confident to share it here :)

[angsty-cobrafish]

theswnfouls​:

❝ fascinating..do  you  follow  any  particular  mental  technique  to  keep  your  “enrage”  at  such  low  maximum?  this  information  shall  have  much  use  to other  reagent. ❞

she grabs out her tablet that shaped like a skull out of .. absolutely nowhere. a white stylus pushes off one of the hollows before it lands on her other hand.

There was an audible snap as he turned to Piano, crushing an E-Tank in his hand.  Its contents spraying out like a heated can of CO2.  Ruby red optics glowing blood red with murder in them.  “Get.  Out.”  

He threw the crushed E-Tank at her head.  “AND TELL THAT FUCKIN’ COWARDLY TRAITOR I’M GONNA TEAR OUT HIS IC AND MAKE HIM EAT IT WHILE I WATCH THE LIGHT LEAVE HIS OPTICS!”

[wilycitydatalog]

the assistant was once again in the same state of dead blank once more, with her dead eye fish still gazing at the other due their nerve snapping arc .. his anger was in a way or other similar to the other as it contained rather painful emotion.. despair perhaps? the thing that she always found fascinating on others.

with that said, the can smacked on her metal violet petal hair .. just to bounce back to the SWN and smack him in the face like a boomerang. perhaps more painful with the amount of the strength he already put when crashing and throwing the E-Tank Process.

❝ ..my apologies  but,  I’m  afraid  you  shall  do  that  by  yourself,  ALT SWN - 001.  as  me  and  the  other  you  are  not  partners  or  engaged  in  any  formal  relationship  or  so.  I  simply  follow  him  for  observation  purposes. ❞  

[angsty-cobrafish]

“Hey!  I’m gettin’ better at handlin’ my temper!  I haven’t gone on a rampage in a whole month!”

[wilycitydatalog]

❝ fascinating..do  you  follow  any  particular  mental  technique  to  keep  your  “enrage”  at  such  low  maximum?  this  information  shall  have  much  use  to other  reagent. ❞

she grabs out her tablet that shaped like a skull out of .. absolutely nowhere. a white stylus pushes off one of the hollows before it lands on her other hand.

[specialwilynumbers]

every attempts Waltz have ever committed of trying to bury her hatred Towards Piano under a rug and befriend her has failed. she simply can’t get over the amount of dark energy that female robot was holding within her .. it’s not something she can rub off so essentially .. considering that her sensors are caught on energy type from first encounter and often used as the judge method for her encounters..

[wilycitydatalog]

well .. what can she say really? she was built by the mad scientist himself. though, her “dark energy” is something she inherit due her lifetime of activison. she has much more nefarious plans in mind then the professor she works for .. though, she doesn’t put those said “nefarious” plans on action yet till a latter of mention. as for now, she simply collects data. and makes sure to give people terrible ideas that will cause them onto inconvenience..

or simply watch people fall onto terrible courses of actions and annoycense and with her presence already causing that to the electric brat, she might as well be around her very often.

[specialwilynumbers]

…

Waltz will end this bitch’es whole career if she doesn’t stay miles away from her.

[wilycitydatalog]

she’s quite of an idiot if she thinks that such a threat can scare her..especially one that she heard on daily from Forte. then again, children often say dumb things and this brat’s whole persona is built after it so, no surprise..

Cope harder is what would she recommend to the other.

[specialwilynumbers]

every attempts Waltz have ever committed of trying to bury her hatred Towards Piano under a rug and befriend her has failed. she simply can’t get over the amount of dark energy that female robot was holding within her .. it’s not something she can rub off so essentially .. considering that her sensors are caught on energy type from first encounter and often used as the judge method for her encounters..

[wilycitydatalog]

well .. what can she say really? she was built by the mad scientist himself. though, her “dark energy” is something she inherit due her lifetime of activison. she has much more nefarious plans in mind then the professor she works for .. though, she doesn’t put those said “nefarious” plans on action yet till a latter of mention. as for now, she simply collects data. and makes sure to give people terrible ideas that will cause them onto inconvenience..

or simply watch people fall onto terrible courses of actions and annoycense and with her presence already causing that to the electric brat, she might as well be around her very often.

[specialwilynumbers]

“ I could carry all three of my sisters at once. “

[wilycitydatalog]

❝   and  I  would  appreciate  if  you  exclude  me  out  of  the  list.  ❞

[specialwilynumbers]

“ Aww man, but you were the first one I wrote down. “

[wilycitydatalog]

❝it  doesn’t  matter.  there’s  still  011  and  009  if  you  want  to  ask  them  for  such. and  besides.. ❞ 

Piano politely walks past Jet before stopping on her track. the corner of her eye gazed at the girls. Coda was standing naturally due all of that with Waltz sitting on one of her shoulders and giving a death stare at the Piano. it didn’t bother her at all. if anything, she found it really amusing .. something about Waltz being annoyed makes it all worth it. it’s one of those “fascinating reactions” she enjoys to see.

❝  I  already  found  my  thrill  just  standing  on  this  counter  point. ❞ with her eyes focusing on the horizon again, she started to walks till she left off.

[wilycitydatalog]

[Yeets a ham at Forte] 500 zenny to catch it in your mouth!

while forte looked absolutely unimpressed if deadblank at the piece of ham that’s about to to be slapped to his face, the assistance bot instantly jumps in front of the other in an action-scene kind of landing before pointing her arm up to extend like some bionicle stretch-arm type and catches the ham. her arm soon to return back to her regular size..forte was still no impressed.

❝ this  is  a  very  raw  piece  of  ham  and  I  will  not  allow  it  to  be  used  for  such  pitiful  purposes.  also, it  would  be  more  appreciated  for  the  600  zennies  payement  in  format  of  cash  rather  then  coins. ❞

[wilycitydatalog]

THE ALTS ENCOUNTER!

[ Closed Starter with @angsty-cobrafish ]

it was a calm night at the far places to MegaMix city, owls and crickets noises flowing in the air like any casual night. in the near exist of the city, there was it .. the scrapyard or as other robot masters considers as ‘‘bad fate: the tasteless crematory’’ for any robot passing out to extensional existence. even after the rough fight of the ninth to get the robots to live peacefully, the entire fourth law of robotics was still to be extended .. resulting scattered pieces of arms, helmets and even power sources all piled up in this junkyard...

in middle of that slaughteryard, there were two robots that didn’t absolutely give a shit about their surrounding and simply were standing there. the taller male one was leaning his back against one of the red metal pillars that seemed to be barely standing and might crash in with an impact within seconds, his red rose eyes simply looking at his horizon. the other one was female robot shorten to him in height. standing up next to him while holding a skeleton-shaped tablet with the W letter splatters behind it. her focus seemed to be on the mentioned tablet rather then the surrounding.

❝ain’t  that  gremlin  around  here  yet?!❞ he kicks some gears and wires out of his sight like a football. all the way to the piles. with no chills or patient. he felt he was about to lose it from the .. 2 minutes of waiting they were doing.

❝we  have  just  arrived  to  this  place  shortly,  Forte.  be  patient.❞ the assistance replied in a soft tune, her fingers still tapping on and off on the played windows in her screen..which were two in count. one had a tracker to their current location and the other was the letter she has transferred to the other bass .. in a way or other.   ❝I  made  sure  the  sent  message  was  wide  font  and  clear  for  the  alternate  to  comprehend.  he  shall  arrive  shortly..❞

❝ ..If  this  shit  ‘s  all  a  troll  from  you  I  swear  to  infinity- ❞

❝I’m  not  009  to  commit  such  childish  act.❞

[wilycitydatalog]

❝I  am  not  Wily’s  Daughter  nor  am  I  the  SWN’s  Sister.  I  am  simply a  primer  assistant  in  Wily  City  Department. ❞

❝and  a  bitch  that  won’t  leave  me  the  fuck  alone.❞

❝my  intentions  are  simply  to  observe and  take  notes  from  your  actions  and  reflections  towards  other  individuals  whether  they  are  organic  or  not. while  not  interruption  the  connection  of  course.  take  me  as  a  backwatcher  if  you  may.❞

[specialwilynumbers]

“ I could carry all three of my sisters at once. “

[wilycitydatalog]

❝   and  I  would  appreciate  if  you  exclude  me  out  of  the  list.  ❞

[speedystarfield]

❝  neveh  understood  thi’  tail  of  th’   th’  ginge’  man  livin’  in  a  ginge’ house.. like,  ain’t  tha’  tha’  hous’  technically  built  outta  his  flesh??  parts??  ❞

[drnsisters]

❝whu-..wasn’t  the  entire  “built  out  of  ginger  house”  a  metaphor  for  putting  your  heart  and  sweats  on  a  certain  job?  or  is  this  a  different  quota?❞

❝nah,  there’s  no  metaphor  here  sis,  the  ginger  boy  literally  used  his  skin  to  build  the  place  in  the  original  story.❞

[wilycitydatalog]

❝..please  do allow  me  to  correct  you  DWN-068.  that  version  you  are  referring  to  was  mere  creepypasta  fanfiction  that’s  quite  famoust  amongst  many  people.  the  original  story  was  the  ginger  man  buying  a  castle  made  out  of  chocolate  bricks  from  a  cream  witch  in  exchange  to  something  precious  to  him.  the  ending  was  quite  “fascinating”  with  him  selling  his  daughter  to  the  witch.  though,  he  perished  the  second  he  stepped  inside  the  castle  and  the  witch  turned  the  daughter  onto  a  statue.❞

[wilycitydatalog]

Where's Gos? You sound like you need to pet him and calm down a couple dozen notches.

❝  the  hell’s  GO-  ❞

bass froze at that moment as his face went full on blank due the realization for that coding .. the manifestation for thousents of buried data hit him right off like a brick..his companion his dear companion..he didn’t need to be reminded of what he’s trying to get over and buried in the dust, he REALLY didn’t need to.

without conscious and consumption of those hard feelings, hir arm manipulator turned onto a buster and aims it right towards anon for a clear shoot  and leaves.