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Fan Creations / Re: The Galaxy of Rockman Perfect Memories
« on: February 12, 2013, 06:59:56 AM »
PB isn't evil! He's VENGEFUL!!! ![[eyebrow]](http://forum.rockmanpm.com/Smileys/default/wiggle.gif "Wiggle")
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Gaming / Re: Pokemon Generation VI: Pokemon X and Pokemon Y
« on: February 12, 2013, 06:06:21 AM »
Even though Eevee is more likely to be male even with the female looking Espeon and Glaceon. 
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 10, 2013, 12:42:35 AM »
Peeking around the corner, the Emperor saw WilyII head into the room he had been peering in earlier, seeing the door close ever so dramatically slowly. This was his only chance of getting into the room without his being seen from the other side.
He pulls himself back into his card, silently snickering while rubbing his hands together before ducking below the frame, clothes flying everywhere. He quickly pops back up, completely dressed like a tall Ebisumaru, wiggles his eyebrows towards the still neurotic Hierophant, then slides along the wall, bending his card along the corner before straightening clean out on the next wall down.
Hierophant tries to stop him, but quickly threw his back against his painted background upon realizing he was popping out of the card. He slips along the wall after Emperor, popping halfway out of the card while peeking around the corner to find his card slide down the door and curb through the bottom. He grits his teeth in concern before popping his card out of the wall and flying after the Emperor only to get slammed to the floor by the closing door, getting half the card stuck in a face down position.
The card bends upward as Hierophant appears from the bottom, struggling to get the rest of it through until his hands slipped out from under him, causing the bent half of the card to fall on top and squish him back inside. The card wiggles several times before pulling itself back into the hallway, rises up towards the top of the door and presses itself against it, allowing him to faze halfway into the control room and find Emperor slip up the evil spinning chair and stop squarely on the back of the backrest.
Hierophant tries to pull the rest of his body out of the door, but couldn't separate himself completely from the card still plastered outside. He then tries reaching out towards Emperor in a vain attempt to yank him away from the chair, but both him and the chair were too far for his currently short, action-figure-like arms to reach.
Before he could try anything else to get Emperor out of the room, WilyII had already sat down in his chair and pulls a quick spin, forcing Hierophant to yank himself back into the card and flip it over to avoid being spotted. Meanwhile, Emperor gingerly sticks to the back of the backrest, silently squealing as he enjoys the supposed ride.
Hierophant takes a few second to rub the pain off his back from being pinned to the floor by the sliding door before looking around for another way to get into the room and rescue Emperor from his own idiocy. There was the keypad next to the door, but as he was in his card form, he couldn't get the keys to budge even with the solidity turned to maximum, and zapping it with his gold staff will only set off the alarms, interrupting him from whatever schemes he was brainstorming any counterattacks against the Resistance. Much as he wants to do what's best for the side of good, he also doesn't want to put Hajime or his friends and business in any kind of danger.
The only course of action would be to try and get closer to the chair without raising alarms. The best place would be down a level, but with so many robots wandering about, he didn't want to be caught too quickly. Hierophant slips up to the ceiling, keeping out of the way of the lights to avoid casting shadows, and begins slipping through the hallways in search of a staircase or elevator leading downstairs.
"Oh! Look! He's already back in his control room!" the paint bucket robot pipes while pointing at another screen where WilyII had already sat down and began spinning. Unfortunately, Chariot and Erika were too focused on the fiasco between Herophant and Emperor to barely hear their supposed new companion.
"What do you think he's up to this time?" Fix-It Man asked.
"Who knows!?" the paint bucket robot retorts before running over to the consoles, "Let's find out!"
He pushes Chariot aside and begins running his stick figure hands along the keyboard, causing most of the monitors observing the hallways to switch to the goings on between the battle in St. Acidburg, and the repair of Wily Star II.
"Ugh! Look at that Star!" Fix-It Man fidgets, "It seriously needs some quick hammer fixing!"
"But how!?" the paint bucket whines, "Even with the IT room up and running, we were never given the coordinates to that place because of what our brother might cause!"
"Don' worry!" Lovers quips as she flies up to the paint bucket robot, " Mr. Tanaka and our fwends are up there, helping Mr. Wiwy put that scawy looking Star back together!"
Hearing this caused Fix-It Man to stand straight and rest the hammer arm on his shoulder, "Well! Any friend of any Wily is a friend of ours! We just need to figure out a way to get to that Star and we'll have that Star back up and running in no time."
"Let me see if I can get into Dr. Wily II's computer and find those coordinates to the Star!" the paint bucket robot mutters while clacking away at the keyboard in the hopes of opening a network into WilyII's computer and locating the coordinates to the Wily Star II.
He pulls himself back into his card, silently snickering while rubbing his hands together before ducking below the frame, clothes flying everywhere. He quickly pops back up, completely dressed like a tall Ebisumaru, wiggles his eyebrows towards the still neurotic Hierophant, then slides along the wall, bending his card along the corner before straightening clean out on the next wall down.
Hierophant tries to stop him, but quickly threw his back against his painted background upon realizing he was popping out of the card. He slips along the wall after Emperor, popping halfway out of the card while peeking around the corner to find his card slide down the door and curb through the bottom. He grits his teeth in concern before popping his card out of the wall and flying after the Emperor only to get slammed to the floor by the closing door, getting half the card stuck in a face down position.
The card bends upward as Hierophant appears from the bottom, struggling to get the rest of it through until his hands slipped out from under him, causing the bent half of the card to fall on top and squish him back inside. The card wiggles several times before pulling itself back into the hallway, rises up towards the top of the door and presses itself against it, allowing him to faze halfway into the control room and find Emperor slip up the evil spinning chair and stop squarely on the back of the backrest.
Hierophant tries to pull the rest of his body out of the door, but couldn't separate himself completely from the card still plastered outside. He then tries reaching out towards Emperor in a vain attempt to yank him away from the chair, but both him and the chair were too far for his currently short, action-figure-like arms to reach.
Before he could try anything else to get Emperor out of the room, WilyII had already sat down in his chair and pulls a quick spin, forcing Hierophant to yank himself back into the card and flip it over to avoid being spotted. Meanwhile, Emperor gingerly sticks to the back of the backrest, silently squealing as he enjoys the supposed ride.
Hierophant takes a few second to rub the pain off his back from being pinned to the floor by the sliding door before looking around for another way to get into the room and rescue Emperor from his own idiocy. There was the keypad next to the door, but as he was in his card form, he couldn't get the keys to budge even with the solidity turned to maximum, and zapping it with his gold staff will only set off the alarms, interrupting him from whatever schemes he was brainstorming any counterattacks against the Resistance. Much as he wants to do what's best for the side of good, he also doesn't want to put Hajime or his friends and business in any kind of danger.
The only course of action would be to try and get closer to the chair without raising alarms. The best place would be down a level, but with so many robots wandering about, he didn't want to be caught too quickly. Hierophant slips up to the ceiling, keeping out of the way of the lights to avoid casting shadows, and begins slipping through the hallways in search of a staircase or elevator leading downstairs.
"Oh! Look! He's already back in his control room!" the paint bucket robot pipes while pointing at another screen where WilyII had already sat down and began spinning. Unfortunately, Chariot and Erika were too focused on the fiasco between Herophant and Emperor to barely hear their supposed new companion.
"What do you think he's up to this time?" Fix-It Man asked.
"Who knows!?" the paint bucket robot retorts before running over to the consoles, "Let's find out!"
He pushes Chariot aside and begins running his stick figure hands along the keyboard, causing most of the monitors observing the hallways to switch to the goings on between the battle in St. Acidburg, and the repair of Wily Star II.
"Ugh! Look at that Star!" Fix-It Man fidgets, "It seriously needs some quick hammer fixing!"
"But how!?" the paint bucket whines, "Even with the IT room up and running, we were never given the coordinates to that place because of what our brother might cause!"
"Don' worry!" Lovers quips as she flies up to the paint bucket robot, " Mr. Tanaka and our fwends are up there, helping Mr. Wiwy put that scawy looking Star back together!"
Hearing this caused Fix-It Man to stand straight and rest the hammer arm on his shoulder, "Well! Any friend of any Wily is a friend of ours! We just need to figure out a way to get to that Star and we'll have that Star back up and running in no time."
"Let me see if I can get into Dr. Wily II's computer and find those coordinates to the Star!" the paint bucket robot mutters while clacking away at the keyboard in the hopes of opening a network into WilyII's computer and locating the coordinates to the Wily Star II.
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: February 09, 2013, 03:20:43 AM »
"Let our jewelries combine!"
"Emerald!"
"Ruby!"
"Amethyst!"
"Sapphire!"
"Opel!"
"GO GEMSTONE!"
"Emerald!"
"Ruby!"
"Amethyst!"
"Sapphire!"
"Opel!"
"GO GEMSTONE!"
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 09, 2013, 02:10:08 AM »
By the time Broom Man, Mop Man, Magician, Strength, and Hermit arrived in the sea of scraps that were the remains of both Arwings and Wily bots, finding Bin Man drifting off even further from the area.
The stick brothers panicked and rushed over to their dim, trash-binging brother.
"Whoa, whoa! Where're you going!?" Broom Man exclaimed, "Hajime said to find the remaining parts of the Wily Star II!"
"I am," Bin Man drones, sounding entranced by an unusually large and golden Refractor Crystal that had been flashing within a particular part of the Wily Star II's digital blueprints, "There's this huge, shiny crystal that isn't anywhere in this delicious belt of scrap. The blueprints claim that this crystal is needed to power the Star, and Hajime seemed adamant about wanting to avoid being permanently anchored to one side."
The group looked to where Bin Man was drifting, realizing they were dangerously close to the Sex Station.
"Wait a minute! You're not telling me that crystal is in there!" Broom Man wails.
"The sensors Hajime built into me claim it's somewhere in that station," Bin Man sighs almost lovingly, "And here I thought I was the only robot on this planet who likes shiny things."
Mop Man scrambles to get in front of Bin Man, "This is insane! If the Resistance see you, they'll immediately identify you as Hajime's robots and come to the false conclusion that he's on Wily II's side!"
"I know Hajime wants to do what's best for the city to the point of being seen as a threat to both sides," Broom Man procrastinates, "But if the Resistance captures you and forces more than just information on the Star's restoration, there's no telling what they'll do to his business, or the rest of us for that matter!"
"But I have to get that Refractor Crystal back," Bin Man whines, "I'm trying so hard to curb my hunger for this one task in the hopes that Hajime will let me snack on all these juicy scraps! If I can just get that Crystal back, I'll be done with this task and free to eat as much as I like!"
"Well, there's gotta be a similar Crystal we could get from the Junkyard," Magician suggests, "That place is like a Mega Man Legends ruin. We could just search every single pile until we find a Crystal identical to the one you're after."
"But Hajime insisted that the Wily Star II has to be exactly like the blueprints, or that currently mean old doctor's going to continue making him rebuild that scary old Star until he eventually becomes his mindless repair bot."
Strength's eager grin widens as he floats over to Bin Man and slaps him on the shoulder, surprisingly keeping him buoyant within the sea of scraps.
"Hey! I understand ya!" he snickers before reaching over and yanking Magician into a choke-hold, "In fact Magician, Hermit and I wanna help you get that crystal back by any means necessary!"
Magician almost choked from the grab, "Now wait just a-!"
Bin Man brightens up at Strength's encouragement and offer.
"You will!?" he beams while grabbing Strength's free hand and attempting to cry, "Oh, thank you, Mr. Strength, Mr. Magician, and Mr. Hermit! I do need help keeping focused on this one final bit of that task."
He then lets go and continues drifting towards the Station, allowing Strength to drag Magician after him as he struggles to break free from his inhuman grasp. Broom Man and Mop Man watch in despair while Hermit sighs and straightens his otherwise crooked back.
"And you wonder why hermits live alone...." he grumbles as he follows after the trio, leaving the two remaining Robot Masters to fluster in their own frets.
"Now what'll we do!?" Broom Man wails, "If anything happens to Bin Man and those cards-!"
Mop Man slaps Broom Man's brush head with his soaked dreadlocks, "Get a hold of yourself, bro! We can't do anything about Bin Man when he's hankering for a reward for following instructions to the letter! We'll just have to go back to Hajime and tell him what happened. He may not blame Bin Man for following orders, but perhaps he'll let us go back to the Junkyard and look for that identical Refractor Crystal so we can get the Star back up and running before the Resistance returns from whatever fight they may have gotten themselves into."
Broom Man struggles to keep calm as he lets Mop Man drag him back towards the Wily Star II's ruins to relay what had happened so far.
"Oh! There's so many computers in this room! This has to be where Dr. Wily II controls his robots!" Emperor squeals from the hallway. Hierophant was about to say something when he saw a distant figure walking towards their general location. His exasperation quickly turns to panic the closer the figure got, revealing more and more of his appearance, from the glinting glasses to the insanely bat-like hair.
"I wonder where the doctor could be!" Emperor continues to squeal, "With him being so secretive, he must be teleporting all over the place, making sure no one tries to pry in on his tactics and-!"
He's suddenly interrupted by Hierophant grabbing his card and yanking it away from the door, fazing him out as the recoil throws him against its painted background. By the time he regained his senses, he noticed the the ceiling was moving, indicating he was being dragged away.
His entire face turns red as he jumps out of the card, standing on the screen while turning to yell at Hierophant, who was continuing to drag his card down the hallway.
"How dare you drag me away from my one and only chance of learning the doctor's secrets! Have you no dignity to your father figure!?"
"Does dignity include saving your life from being ripped apart by a tenacious old man!?" Hierophant protests.
Emperor then turns to yank his card back towards the door he had been spying on only to see the bat-haired figure heading towards the same room. Thinking he knows that figure, he slaps his hands on his cheeks and fakes a squeal.
"There he is!" he hisses joyfully, "The mastermind of all masterminds! The one that can help me be a better dictator! That more than proves the room I've been peering into is the control room!"
"That's great! Now can you keep it down before he sees us and sends his robots to chase us down!?" Hierophant hisses back.
"Oh! I simply can't leave the vicinity of this area!" Emperor protests before diving towards a turn in the hallways, yanking his card, and inadvertently Hierophant, with him.
It seemed like a while before the paint bucket robot returns with an eerily robotic version of Fix-It Felix Jr., complete with eyes made of headlights and a large, gold mallet in place of his right hand.
"This is it, Fix-It Man!" the paint bucket quips, "You're biggest moment since we've been abandoned for...I forgot how long!"
Chariot and Erika couldn't help but stare at this eerie knock-off with dumbstruck expressions.
"The original Wily didn't really...." Erika mutters before Chariot turns away and rubs his temples.
"After what I've gone through, I'm done questioning everything that goes on in that family...." he grumbles.
Fix-It Man practically jumps around the room, examining every single electronics in the area.
"So...can you really fix this entire room?" Chariot asked.
"Hey! Who do you think I am!?" Fix-It Man proclaims, twirling his hammer arm around before plopping the head on his shoulder, "With my special powers, I'll have this place shining bright in no time!"
He then appears between Chariot and the paint bucket robot and yanks them into a huddle, "Just make sure you don't wake my brother! He hates seeing operative machines."
"Oh-ho! No problem!" the paint bucket quips again, "I made sure his door is shut and bolted with all the maltanium in the scrapyard! It'll take him years to bust out and find his way to where you're fixing things!"
"Alrighty then!" Fix-It Man cheers as he mysteriously appears on the fried console and twirls his hammer again, "It's time to do what I do best!"
He then turns and thrusts his hammer into the air, "I'M GONNA FIX IT!!!!"
Without a second's thought he begins bouncing around the room, swinging his hammer up and down, causing all the monitors to flash before reappearing good as new. Both Chariot and Erika stared shockingly at this quick turnaround.
"This guy puts Hajime's mechanic skills to shame," Erika mutters.
"So...why hasn't WilyII been using him to fix everything instead of leaving them to rust in the scrapyard?" Chariot mutters as well.
"Oh, that older brother of ours!" the paint bucket robot scoffs, "The original Wily created us in an attempt to throw the world into chaos and confusion that will result in him becoming their new overlord! He would send our brother to wreck the entire town, then send us to fix it only to have him detect our aide and rush back down to wreck it again! It almost worked until Mega Man showed up and trashed the place, forcing him to retreat with what stuff could still move! We wanted to fix up this place so the original Wily can return and continue his world domination with his descendent, but everything we touched causes our brother's Wreck-It circuits to go haywire, sending him on a rampage to destroy the stuffs we've been trying to fix."
The paint bucket then begins running his staff-size paintbrush on the floor, creating a fiery-hued goo that eerily spewed fire, "The other Dr. Wily couldn't fix the problem due to us sharing a CPU and being cursed with a fail-safe program only the original Wily can deactivate, leaving us running around in circles to this day."
Fix-It Man suddenly appears, "All done! If this lasts longer than our last attempts to fix something, we may be of some use yet!"
Both Chariot and Erika turned to find the entire control room lit up by the once broken monitors now flickering to whatever camera was still functioning. The two stared awestruck at it before looking to each other in a mixture of dumbstruck contemplation. Chariot eventually regains his senses and heads over to the console controlling the monitors, pressing every button that didn't look threatening before eventually getting all of the monitors to transmit feed from the cameras in the WDS.
"Hey look! The second Dr. Wily's just left his Plotting Room!" the paint bucket robot chirps, pointing to one of the monitors that showed WilyII heading down the hallway away from said room, "I wonder if he's heading back to his lab to put his new plots into action!"
Chariot and Erika eyed each other in concern before going back to watching the one monitor keeping watch of WilyII's whereabouts.
The stick brothers panicked and rushed over to their dim, trash-binging brother.
"Whoa, whoa! Where're you going!?" Broom Man exclaimed, "Hajime said to find the remaining parts of the Wily Star II!"
"I am," Bin Man drones, sounding entranced by an unusually large and golden Refractor Crystal that had been flashing within a particular part of the Wily Star II's digital blueprints, "There's this huge, shiny crystal that isn't anywhere in this delicious belt of scrap. The blueprints claim that this crystal is needed to power the Star, and Hajime seemed adamant about wanting to avoid being permanently anchored to one side."
The group looked to where Bin Man was drifting, realizing they were dangerously close to the Sex Station.
"Wait a minute! You're not telling me that crystal is in there!" Broom Man wails.
"The sensors Hajime built into me claim it's somewhere in that station," Bin Man sighs almost lovingly, "And here I thought I was the only robot on this planet who likes shiny things."
Mop Man scrambles to get in front of Bin Man, "This is insane! If the Resistance see you, they'll immediately identify you as Hajime's robots and come to the false conclusion that he's on Wily II's side!"
"I know Hajime wants to do what's best for the city to the point of being seen as a threat to both sides," Broom Man procrastinates, "But if the Resistance captures you and forces more than just information on the Star's restoration, there's no telling what they'll do to his business, or the rest of us for that matter!"
"But I have to get that Refractor Crystal back," Bin Man whines, "I'm trying so hard to curb my hunger for this one task in the hopes that Hajime will let me snack on all these juicy scraps! If I can just get that Crystal back, I'll be done with this task and free to eat as much as I like!"
"Well, there's gotta be a similar Crystal we could get from the Junkyard," Magician suggests, "That place is like a Mega Man Legends ruin. We could just search every single pile until we find a Crystal identical to the one you're after."
"But Hajime insisted that the Wily Star II has to be exactly like the blueprints, or that currently mean old doctor's going to continue making him rebuild that scary old Star until he eventually becomes his mindless repair bot."
Strength's eager grin widens as he floats over to Bin Man and slaps him on the shoulder, surprisingly keeping him buoyant within the sea of scraps.
"Hey! I understand ya!" he snickers before reaching over and yanking Magician into a choke-hold, "In fact Magician, Hermit and I wanna help you get that crystal back by any means necessary!"
Magician almost choked from the grab, "Now wait just a-!"
Bin Man brightens up at Strength's encouragement and offer.
"You will!?" he beams while grabbing Strength's free hand and attempting to cry, "Oh, thank you, Mr. Strength, Mr. Magician, and Mr. Hermit! I do need help keeping focused on this one final bit of that task."
He then lets go and continues drifting towards the Station, allowing Strength to drag Magician after him as he struggles to break free from his inhuman grasp. Broom Man and Mop Man watch in despair while Hermit sighs and straightens his otherwise crooked back.
"And you wonder why hermits live alone...." he grumbles as he follows after the trio, leaving the two remaining Robot Masters to fluster in their own frets.
"Now what'll we do!?" Broom Man wails, "If anything happens to Bin Man and those cards-!"
Mop Man slaps Broom Man's brush head with his soaked dreadlocks, "Get a hold of yourself, bro! We can't do anything about Bin Man when he's hankering for a reward for following instructions to the letter! We'll just have to go back to Hajime and tell him what happened. He may not blame Bin Man for following orders, but perhaps he'll let us go back to the Junkyard and look for that identical Refractor Crystal so we can get the Star back up and running before the Resistance returns from whatever fight they may have gotten themselves into."
Broom Man struggles to keep calm as he lets Mop Man drag him back towards the Wily Star II's ruins to relay what had happened so far.
"Oh! There's so many computers in this room! This has to be where Dr. Wily II controls his robots!" Emperor squeals from the hallway. Hierophant was about to say something when he saw a distant figure walking towards their general location. His exasperation quickly turns to panic the closer the figure got, revealing more and more of his appearance, from the glinting glasses to the insanely bat-like hair.
"I wonder where the doctor could be!" Emperor continues to squeal, "With him being so secretive, he must be teleporting all over the place, making sure no one tries to pry in on his tactics and-!"
He's suddenly interrupted by Hierophant grabbing his card and yanking it away from the door, fazing him out as the recoil throws him against its painted background. By the time he regained his senses, he noticed the the ceiling was moving, indicating he was being dragged away.
His entire face turns red as he jumps out of the card, standing on the screen while turning to yell at Hierophant, who was continuing to drag his card down the hallway.
"How dare you drag me away from my one and only chance of learning the doctor's secrets! Have you no dignity to your father figure!?"
"Does dignity include saving your life from being ripped apart by a tenacious old man!?" Hierophant protests.
Emperor then turns to yank his card back towards the door he had been spying on only to see the bat-haired figure heading towards the same room. Thinking he knows that figure, he slaps his hands on his cheeks and fakes a squeal.
"There he is!" he hisses joyfully, "The mastermind of all masterminds! The one that can help me be a better dictator! That more than proves the room I've been peering into is the control room!"
"That's great! Now can you keep it down before he sees us and sends his robots to chase us down!?" Hierophant hisses back.
"Oh! I simply can't leave the vicinity of this area!" Emperor protests before diving towards a turn in the hallways, yanking his card, and inadvertently Hierophant, with him.
It seemed like a while before the paint bucket robot returns with an eerily robotic version of Fix-It Felix Jr., complete with eyes made of headlights and a large, gold mallet in place of his right hand.
"This is it, Fix-It Man!" the paint bucket quips, "You're biggest moment since we've been abandoned for...I forgot how long!"
Chariot and Erika couldn't help but stare at this eerie knock-off with dumbstruck expressions.
"The original Wily didn't really...." Erika mutters before Chariot turns away and rubs his temples.
"After what I've gone through, I'm done questioning everything that goes on in that family...." he grumbles.
Fix-It Man practically jumps around the room, examining every single electronics in the area.
"So...can you really fix this entire room?" Chariot asked.
"Hey! Who do you think I am!?" Fix-It Man proclaims, twirling his hammer arm around before plopping the head on his shoulder, "With my special powers, I'll have this place shining bright in no time!"
He then appears between Chariot and the paint bucket robot and yanks them into a huddle, "Just make sure you don't wake my brother! He hates seeing operative machines."
"Oh-ho! No problem!" the paint bucket quips again, "I made sure his door is shut and bolted with all the maltanium in the scrapyard! It'll take him years to bust out and find his way to where you're fixing things!"
"Alrighty then!" Fix-It Man cheers as he mysteriously appears on the fried console and twirls his hammer again, "It's time to do what I do best!"
He then turns and thrusts his hammer into the air, "I'M GONNA FIX IT!!!!"
Without a second's thought he begins bouncing around the room, swinging his hammer up and down, causing all the monitors to flash before reappearing good as new. Both Chariot and Erika stared shockingly at this quick turnaround.
"This guy puts Hajime's mechanic skills to shame," Erika mutters.
"So...why hasn't WilyII been using him to fix everything instead of leaving them to rust in the scrapyard?" Chariot mutters as well.
"Oh, that older brother of ours!" the paint bucket robot scoffs, "The original Wily created us in an attempt to throw the world into chaos and confusion that will result in him becoming their new overlord! He would send our brother to wreck the entire town, then send us to fix it only to have him detect our aide and rush back down to wreck it again! It almost worked until Mega Man showed up and trashed the place, forcing him to retreat with what stuff could still move! We wanted to fix up this place so the original Wily can return and continue his world domination with his descendent, but everything we touched causes our brother's Wreck-It circuits to go haywire, sending him on a rampage to destroy the stuffs we've been trying to fix."
The paint bucket then begins running his staff-size paintbrush on the floor, creating a fiery-hued goo that eerily spewed fire, "The other Dr. Wily couldn't fix the problem due to us sharing a CPU and being cursed with a fail-safe program only the original Wily can deactivate, leaving us running around in circles to this day."
Fix-It Man suddenly appears, "All done! If this lasts longer than our last attempts to fix something, we may be of some use yet!"
Both Chariot and Erika turned to find the entire control room lit up by the once broken monitors now flickering to whatever camera was still functioning. The two stared awestruck at it before looking to each other in a mixture of dumbstruck contemplation. Chariot eventually regains his senses and heads over to the console controlling the monitors, pressing every button that didn't look threatening before eventually getting all of the monitors to transmit feed from the cameras in the WDS.
"Hey look! The second Dr. Wily's just left his Plotting Room!" the paint bucket robot chirps, pointing to one of the monitors that showed WilyII heading down the hallway away from said room, "I wonder if he's heading back to his lab to put his new plots into action!"
Chariot and Erika eyed each other in concern before going back to watching the one monitor keeping watch of WilyII's whereabouts.
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: February 08, 2013, 05:14:37 AM »
"Breast pumping does not affect Misdreavus!"
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: February 07, 2013, 11:29:28 PM »
Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: February 06, 2013, 02:06:09 AM »1534
Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: February 05, 2013, 11:16:15 AM »
"We are CreepEevee! We are here to haunt your nightmares!"
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: February 05, 2013, 01:48:42 AM »
"Nothing can affect the Misdreavus!"
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: February 04, 2013, 09:39:15 AM »
I believe we coin that term, "Crocodile Tears".
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: January 29, 2013, 07:05:15 AM »
Seeing the burnt hole seal up, Chariot heaves a relieved sigh and begins to follow Temperance into the ruins, hoping to reunite with the other missing cards and figure out what to do afterwards.
There was no way they could get to the ruined Wily Star II without getting through the unbearable temperatures of the ozone layer. And now that he wasn't being chased by a manic medical robot, he starts to wonder if he should even bother taking them back, knowing they would be forced to fight a side that formed to protect the city.
It wasn't that he didn't think the cards couldn't fight, Hajime wouldn't have included the entire Major Arcana if he didn't think they were good for something other than looking cute. But in situations like this, he rarely makes them fight the forces of good anyway, both because he cared about their innocence, and to avoid anymore bad misconceptions that would make himself a much bigger threat than what he had intended to take his business into when the war began. So taking them back to the Wily Star II only to be cramped back into the deck when the Resistance come shooting would only make the situation worse than Hajime was willing to put up with.
"Well, well. Look who finally showed up," muses a voice as Chariot eventually reaches a wider room. Looking to the right, he finds The Hanged Man drifting aimlessly around the room.
Chariot almost exploded, "How did you-!" he quickly stops and throws his hand over his face, "Ugh! Nevermind! Why did I even ask...!?"
"You should at least be lucky," Hanged Man mused again, eying Sun and Lovers floating off to the corner, throwing suggestions to a more than happy painting bucket robot, "At least the purely innocent cards are safe."
"Why're you talking like there's more than just Death running lose in the WDS?" Chariot grumbles. Hanged Man hums while nonchalantly turning his eyes away from him as Erika shows up beside them.
"I wasn't paying too much attention after being knocked from the deck, but I think I did see The Emperor and The Hierophant run off before somehow ending up in this dark, yet quiet little lab across the sea."
"The Emperor!?" Chariot groans, "Hierophant, I can understand, but that yellow-bellied excuse for a father figure barely does anything but stand and look authoritative!"
"Who knows? I'm just a guy hanging upside down with nothing better to do."
Erika muffles a groan before popping halfway out of the card and knocking Chariot on the head, "Forget about him! Let's figure out how to get the other cards out of the WDS without those robots hunting us down!"
Chariot forces out a sigh before looking around the room. Though rusted and beat up, he can tell this was once an observation room most likely similar to what WilyII tends to spend most of his time in.
He walks up to the main console and presses one of the many buttons making up the keyboard, causing a blanket of sparks to fly out before a small explosion startles him back.
"You...do know how to use that, right?" Erika mutters nervously.
"Using it is one thing," Chariot grumbles, "Fixing it is another. And the Magician's the only card who knows how to fix machines without The High Priestess digging up a book to show him!"
"Oh! You wanna use that old machine to spy on Mr. Wily II!?" the paint bucket suddenly pipes up while bouncing towards Chariot and Erika, "I'll just go find Fix-It Man! He LOVES to fix things!"
He then bounces off, leaving the two aware cards to stare at his departure.
"You'd think the old Wily would have more creative names for his robots...." Erika grumbles, half dumbfounded.
"I seriously don't get you...." Hierophant sighs as he reluctantly follows Emperor around the hallway, "I would figure this would be the last place you'd want to go snooping around for information on how to be a better authority figure...."
Emperor turns his card to face Hierophant, placing his hand daintily on his cheek while resting its elbow on his other hand, "Oh, surely someone like you should know that nothing is ever perfect without the proper means of learning anything through experience."
The card turns about face while Emperor folds his hands together, "I can't begin to imagine the kind of authority Dr. Wily II has over his robots! Oh, to command so many without even making an appearance; I can't help but want to know how he does it!"
"Maybe if you'd stop hiding when a fight happens, someone else would have taken you seriously," Hierophant mutters partially to himself.
Blissfully ignorant towards Hierophant's remark, the Emperor eventually squeals while pointing to a closed door down the hallway.
"That must be it! What other room in this level would keep their doors closed to outside ears!?"
"How about every other closed off room you keep pointing out?" Hierophant sighs, though there was very little he could do at the moment as Emperor starts flying towards the door and pressing the screen end of his card against it, attempting to poke his head through and see what was inside. Reluctantly, he pushes the card down, pulling himself halfway out as he keeps watch for any robots that might wander down the hallway during what could be Emperor's 100th attempt at finding the control room.
There was no way they could get to the ruined Wily Star II without getting through the unbearable temperatures of the ozone layer. And now that he wasn't being chased by a manic medical robot, he starts to wonder if he should even bother taking them back, knowing they would be forced to fight a side that formed to protect the city.
It wasn't that he didn't think the cards couldn't fight, Hajime wouldn't have included the entire Major Arcana if he didn't think they were good for something other than looking cute. But in situations like this, he rarely makes them fight the forces of good anyway, both because he cared about their innocence, and to avoid anymore bad misconceptions that would make himself a much bigger threat than what he had intended to take his business into when the war began. So taking them back to the Wily Star II only to be cramped back into the deck when the Resistance come shooting would only make the situation worse than Hajime was willing to put up with.
"Well, well. Look who finally showed up," muses a voice as Chariot eventually reaches a wider room. Looking to the right, he finds The Hanged Man drifting aimlessly around the room.
Chariot almost exploded, "How did you-!" he quickly stops and throws his hand over his face, "Ugh! Nevermind! Why did I even ask...!?"
"You should at least be lucky," Hanged Man mused again, eying Sun and Lovers floating off to the corner, throwing suggestions to a more than happy painting bucket robot, "At least the purely innocent cards are safe."
"Why're you talking like there's more than just Death running lose in the WDS?" Chariot grumbles. Hanged Man hums while nonchalantly turning his eyes away from him as Erika shows up beside them.
"I wasn't paying too much attention after being knocked from the deck, but I think I did see The Emperor and The Hierophant run off before somehow ending up in this dark, yet quiet little lab across the sea."
"The Emperor!?" Chariot groans, "Hierophant, I can understand, but that yellow-bellied excuse for a father figure barely does anything but stand and look authoritative!"
"Who knows? I'm just a guy hanging upside down with nothing better to do."
Erika muffles a groan before popping halfway out of the card and knocking Chariot on the head, "Forget about him! Let's figure out how to get the other cards out of the WDS without those robots hunting us down!"
Chariot forces out a sigh before looking around the room. Though rusted and beat up, he can tell this was once an observation room most likely similar to what WilyII tends to spend most of his time in.
He walks up to the main console and presses one of the many buttons making up the keyboard, causing a blanket of sparks to fly out before a small explosion startles him back.
"You...do know how to use that, right?" Erika mutters nervously.
"Using it is one thing," Chariot grumbles, "Fixing it is another. And the Magician's the only card who knows how to fix machines without The High Priestess digging up a book to show him!"
"Oh! You wanna use that old machine to spy on Mr. Wily II!?" the paint bucket suddenly pipes up while bouncing towards Chariot and Erika, "I'll just go find Fix-It Man! He LOVES to fix things!"
He then bounces off, leaving the two aware cards to stare at his departure.
"You'd think the old Wily would have more creative names for his robots...." Erika grumbles, half dumbfounded.
"I seriously don't get you...." Hierophant sighs as he reluctantly follows Emperor around the hallway, "I would figure this would be the last place you'd want to go snooping around for information on how to be a better authority figure...."
Emperor turns his card to face Hierophant, placing his hand daintily on his cheek while resting its elbow on his other hand, "Oh, surely someone like you should know that nothing is ever perfect without the proper means of learning anything through experience."
The card turns about face while Emperor folds his hands together, "I can't begin to imagine the kind of authority Dr. Wily II has over his robots! Oh, to command so many without even making an appearance; I can't help but want to know how he does it!"
"Maybe if you'd stop hiding when a fight happens, someone else would have taken you seriously," Hierophant mutters partially to himself.
Blissfully ignorant towards Hierophant's remark, the Emperor eventually squeals while pointing to a closed door down the hallway.
"That must be it! What other room in this level would keep their doors closed to outside ears!?"
"How about every other closed off room you keep pointing out?" Hierophant sighs, though there was very little he could do at the moment as Emperor starts flying towards the door and pressing the screen end of his card against it, attempting to poke his head through and see what was inside. Reluctantly, he pushes the card down, pulling himself halfway out as he keeps watch for any robots that might wander down the hallway during what could be Emperor's 100th attempt at finding the control room.
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: January 28, 2013, 01:36:11 AM »
There were many places Chariot could run to, but considering how obsessed Medic Man was in dissecting his card, it wouldn't do good to lead him into an unneeded massacre while the Resistance were somehow preoccupied with other matters.
He quickly notices the Bridge of Evil and a familiar, sunny glow bobbing through the entrance to the Ruined Labs, and quickly pulls Temperance towards the location.
Once inside, they find every wall in the building covered in colorful goops that appear to be alive.
"Oooh! What pretty colors!" Temperance awes as she lingers towards one of the blue and yellow walls and presses one of her gold jugs against it. Almost instantly, her entire body crawls with electricity, causing her to start trembling, though she remains nonchalant about it, "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!~ That feels gooooooooooooood!~"
Chariot was about to facepalm at her ignorance only to quickly notice the jug beginning to sink deeper into the paint. Panicked, he ran over and pulls her away, ripping the jug out of the paint and leaving an equally animated hue of blue and yellow covering its once gold exterior.
Temperance sighs in content as she raises the paint-covered jug, "So pretty. I wonder what other patches of paint I can stick my jug into!"
Temperance then wanders deeper into the ruins, leaving Chariot to watch her departure before muffling a groan and slapping his hand over his face.
He quickly notices the Bridge of Evil and a familiar, sunny glow bobbing through the entrance to the Ruined Labs, and quickly pulls Temperance towards the location.
Once inside, they find every wall in the building covered in colorful goops that appear to be alive.
"Oooh! What pretty colors!" Temperance awes as she lingers towards one of the blue and yellow walls and presses one of her gold jugs against it. Almost instantly, her entire body crawls with electricity, causing her to start trembling, though she remains nonchalant about it, "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!~ That feels gooooooooooooood!~"
Chariot was about to facepalm at her ignorance only to quickly notice the jug beginning to sink deeper into the paint. Panicked, he ran over and pulls her away, ripping the jug out of the paint and leaving an equally animated hue of blue and yellow covering its once gold exterior.
Temperance sighs in content as she raises the paint-covered jug, "So pretty. I wonder what other patches of paint I can stick my jug into!"
Temperance then wanders deeper into the ruins, leaving Chariot to watch her departure before muffling a groan and slapping his hand over his face.
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Roleplay / Re: RPM Magical DASH
« on: January 27, 2013, 09:40:54 AM »
The Hierophant stumbled outside shortly after Tai disappeared, almost falling into the ocean had the tugboat not catch him before he completely lost balance.
"Well?" one of them asked.
The Hierophant sighs and pushes himself to a sitting position on his knees, "She said it was going to be a while before they can make some kind of contact with the moon. But by then they would have already finished building the rocket and drafted a team worthy enough to fly over to Elysium and save their 'hero'."
"We should hurry to fifth temple," the Berbil driving the boat said, "The sooner we get it ready, the sooner Hierophant can return to Game Center and warn Moon City."
Hierophant nods as he takes a more comfortable position and waits for the boat to begin driving towards the direction of one of the all-seeing temples.
"Well?" one of them asked.
The Hierophant sighs and pushes himself to a sitting position on his knees, "She said it was going to be a while before they can make some kind of contact with the moon. But by then they would have already finished building the rocket and drafted a team worthy enough to fly over to Elysium and save their 'hero'."
"We should hurry to fifth temple," the Berbil driving the boat said, "The sooner we get it ready, the sooner Hierophant can return to Game Center and warn Moon City."
Hierophant nods as he takes a more comfortable position and waits for the boat to begin driving towards the direction of one of the all-seeing temples.
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Roleplay / Re: RPM Magical DASH
« on: January 27, 2013, 06:24:34 AM »
(I may have misread the description, if the description was still there somewhere, but their the PB-esque people running between Dodongo Caves, the Lost Woods and the Sex Shack)
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Roleplay / Re: RPM Magical DASH
« on: January 27, 2013, 01:24:30 AM »
"So you've tried everything you could think of to warn them about those...metroid things floating around and they still won't listen?" Vixy mutters while rubbing the back of her neck.
The Hierophant stood on the other side of the desk, holding a glass jar full of what looked like candy drops in one hand and his gold staff in the other.
"I wish we could catch one of those things and show it to them, but they seem to appear out of nowhere; we were barely able to escape that moon with our minds still intact," he said, "That's why we came here instead, to see if you can make sense of the situation and get them to stop building that rocket before they become slaves to whoever created them."
Vixy placed her hand on her cheek while compressing her lips in concern, "Oh.... I'm afraid you came at a worse time. Since the flooding, all of our communication equipment had been swept to the bottom of the ocean. The PB Helpers and Berbils are trying their best to drag up and clean them, but it's still going to take a while before we can get a clear frequency to Hitomi's moon."
Hierophant sighs while clutching the bottle with both hands, "I was afraid you'd say that."
Vixy stands up and leans forward on her desk, surprisingly forming a cutesy smile, "Oh, but don't you worry! The PB Helpers and Berbils work real fast! I'm sure if you wait a little longer, we could get at least one radio powered up!"
Hierophant was about to say something, but then the card on back suddenly wiggles, interrupting him from whatever thought came to mind.
"I'm...sorry.... I can't stay long! They still need my help finishing the fifth tower!" he almost yelps, "It probably shouldn't take much longer; just need some cosmetic advice."
Vixy seemed unsure, but sits back down and rests her chin on her hand, "I understand. We need all the help we can get anyway."
Hierophant nods as he turns and makes his way out of the office. He stops in the game center, staring at a couple of the Magical Drop cabinets before the card suddenly pushes itself further into his back!
"Ow! OW! Alright! I'm going!" he yelps as he almost scrambles towards the game center exit.
The Hierophant stood on the other side of the desk, holding a glass jar full of what looked like candy drops in one hand and his gold staff in the other.
"I wish we could catch one of those things and show it to them, but they seem to appear out of nowhere; we were barely able to escape that moon with our minds still intact," he said, "That's why we came here instead, to see if you can make sense of the situation and get them to stop building that rocket before they become slaves to whoever created them."
Vixy placed her hand on her cheek while compressing her lips in concern, "Oh.... I'm afraid you came at a worse time. Since the flooding, all of our communication equipment had been swept to the bottom of the ocean. The PB Helpers and Berbils are trying their best to drag up and clean them, but it's still going to take a while before we can get a clear frequency to Hitomi's moon."
Hierophant sighs while clutching the bottle with both hands, "I was afraid you'd say that."
Vixy stands up and leans forward on her desk, surprisingly forming a cutesy smile, "Oh, but don't you worry! The PB Helpers and Berbils work real fast! I'm sure if you wait a little longer, we could get at least one radio powered up!"
Hierophant was about to say something, but then the card on back suddenly wiggles, interrupting him from whatever thought came to mind.
"I'm...sorry.... I can't stay long! They still need my help finishing the fifth tower!" he almost yelps, "It probably shouldn't take much longer; just need some cosmetic advice."
Vixy seemed unsure, but sits back down and rests her chin on her hand, "I understand. We need all the help we can get anyway."
Hierophant nods as he turns and makes his way out of the office. He stops in the game center, staring at a couple of the Magical Drop cabinets before the card suddenly pushes itself further into his back!
"Ow! OW! Alright! I'm going!" he yelps as he almost scrambles towards the game center exit.
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: January 27, 2013, 12:19:50 AM »
Chariot barely saw Medic Man pop out of the tunnel just before he fled through the exit. Further down the hallway, he saw Temperance lumber out from another corner, looking towards his oncoming figure.
"Good morning, Danny!" she calls out, "Why're you-?"
"Talk later; run now!" Chariot shouts as he runs past Temperance while grabbing her arm and yanking her along with him, causing a dainty "eep" to escape her lungs.
Temperance barely managed to get off the ground by flapping her small wings as she looks behind her to see Medic Man leap out of the scrap yard while twirling around to face his supposed pray.
"Hey! There's your friend!" she squeals before waving towards him, "Are you two playing a game!"
"You call running for your life a game!?" Chariot almost wails between breaths.
Blissfully ignorant, Temperance places the tip of her jug against her cheek while looking towards the ceiling, "Say. I heard Tabitha had been wandering around this place, and Erika and Rini were talking about needing her for something. You think you can hold off on your game and help them look for her?"
"I'm not playing a game! And I'll deal with that self-serving wench when I get you out of this place!"
They eventually reach the hanger and, quickly noticing the burnt hold Sun made, makes a harrowing dash towards it.
"Good morning, Danny!" she calls out, "Why're you-?"
"Talk later; run now!" Chariot shouts as he runs past Temperance while grabbing her arm and yanking her along with him, causing a dainty "eep" to escape her lungs.
Temperance barely managed to get off the ground by flapping her small wings as she looks behind her to see Medic Man leap out of the scrap yard while twirling around to face his supposed pray.
"Hey! There's your friend!" she squeals before waving towards him, "Are you two playing a game!"
"You call running for your life a game!?" Chariot almost wails between breaths.
Blissfully ignorant, Temperance places the tip of her jug against her cheek while looking towards the ceiling, "Say. I heard Tabitha had been wandering around this place, and Erika and Rini were talking about needing her for something. You think you can hold off on your game and help them look for her?"
"I'm not playing a game! And I'll deal with that self-serving wench when I get you out of this place!"
They eventually reach the hanger and, quickly noticing the burnt hold Sun made, makes a harrowing dash towards it.
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: January 25, 2013, 11:44:17 PM »
Chariot hears another flood of water and turns to see the chute spitting out another content of the tank, raising the water even higher until it bypassed the caked oil line, causing an audible noise to ring throughout the room.
DANGER!! WATER EXCEEDED HEIGHT LIMIT!! INITIATING DRAINAGE!!
Before the water submerged half the claws collection, a drainage pipe opened up in the center, surprisingly untouched by the piles surrounding it, and drains the oil-stained water to the barely touchable puddles that now exposed the full height of the aquatic scrap yard. Not long after the water had been drained, there was another audible noise, this time of a heavy object banging into the chute's shutters. It was most likely Medic Man following the currents of the whirlpool he inadvertently created.
Realizing he still had the broken lever, Chariot chucks towards the drainage pipe, hoping to throw Medic Man off and make him think he was pulled down another drain instead of thinking to look at the tunnel the claw was now entering.
The tunnel spanned a few yards before coming to a wall. The rail then detaches from the line as five square feet of the ceiling jostles and lifts up to another room, this time riddled with turbines that blew wind in every direction, most likely to dry the scraps enough to not interfere with the non-aquatic machines littering the upper floor's scrap.
The claw eventually stops under another chute as it opens up to allow entry into the scrap yard. Chariot waits until the claw opens and dumps its share before leaping into the chute and winding up back in the same scrap yard he hid in earlier.
The Berbils appear to have already patched up Junk Man as there was no sight of him from the mountainous pile he landed on, resuming their seemingly entranced digging and reconfiguring of the parts and machines.
Deciding it was best not to have more than just one manic robot chasing him around, and haunted by the assumption that Medic Man wasn't going to fall for the red herring he created earlier, Chariot leaps down from the pile and makes a run for the door, ignoring several Berbils who had stopped digging briefly to notice his presence.
Temperance blinks a few times before yawning and stretching her arms, still managing to cycle water through the jugs despite being pulled further apart from each other.
"That was a nice nap," she sighs before standing up and opening the broom closet door, "Time to get back to work. I wonder where Yan-Yan will be going today...."
She heads out of the broom closet and wanders down the hallway, seemingly unaware that she wasn't in the RPM Junkyard like she thought she was.
DANGER!! WATER EXCEEDED HEIGHT LIMIT!! INITIATING DRAINAGE!!
Before the water submerged half the claws collection, a drainage pipe opened up in the center, surprisingly untouched by the piles surrounding it, and drains the oil-stained water to the barely touchable puddles that now exposed the full height of the aquatic scrap yard. Not long after the water had been drained, there was another audible noise, this time of a heavy object banging into the chute's shutters. It was most likely Medic Man following the currents of the whirlpool he inadvertently created.
Realizing he still had the broken lever, Chariot chucks towards the drainage pipe, hoping to throw Medic Man off and make him think he was pulled down another drain instead of thinking to look at the tunnel the claw was now entering.
The tunnel spanned a few yards before coming to a wall. The rail then detaches from the line as five square feet of the ceiling jostles and lifts up to another room, this time riddled with turbines that blew wind in every direction, most likely to dry the scraps enough to not interfere with the non-aquatic machines littering the upper floor's scrap.
The claw eventually stops under another chute as it opens up to allow entry into the scrap yard. Chariot waits until the claw opens and dumps its share before leaping into the chute and winding up back in the same scrap yard he hid in earlier.
The Berbils appear to have already patched up Junk Man as there was no sight of him from the mountainous pile he landed on, resuming their seemingly entranced digging and reconfiguring of the parts and machines.
Deciding it was best not to have more than just one manic robot chasing him around, and haunted by the assumption that Medic Man wasn't going to fall for the red herring he created earlier, Chariot leaps down from the pile and makes a run for the door, ignoring several Berbils who had stopped digging briefly to notice his presence.
Temperance blinks a few times before yawning and stretching her arms, still managing to cycle water through the jugs despite being pulled further apart from each other.
"That was a nice nap," she sighs before standing up and opening the broom closet door, "Time to get back to work. I wonder where Yan-Yan will be going today...."
She heads out of the broom closet and wanders down the hallway, seemingly unaware that she wasn't in the RPM Junkyard like she thought she was.
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: January 25, 2013, 02:08:59 AM »
Hearing the monstrous splash snaps Chariot out of his daze as he looks towards the doorway leading back to the tank to see Medic Man descending towards the bottom. Those who saw Medic Man scrambled towards the other tanks to avoid being spotted and experimented on by his malicious curiosity, but the out of control doctor only seemed interested in the out of odds knight hiding at the bottom of the tank.
Thankfully the long search had given him enough energy to try and escape and he scrambles to get to the surface, and hopefully out of the quarantine portion of the tank. But as he had broken through the surface and grabbed the corner to pull himself out, his foot accidentally kicks a lever an arm's reach from the edge of the tank, causing a door to slide shut at the entrance and another set of shutters to slip apart, causing a powerful suction to drain the water and bits of scrap that were left from some of the destroyed machines.
Caught by surprise, and only functioning at half strength, Chariot is yanked into the artificial whirlpool. He scrambles to grab the first thing that wasn't a wall, which ended up being the lever he kicked, but the effort only granted him a few seconds of convenience before the handle snaps off, sending him back to the harrowing suction. Only moments after falling through the open shutters, Chariot lands on a water cascading slide, sending him slinging down a large, seemingly long pipe before eventually spitting him out of a giant chute and into a flooded scrap room.
What looked like small piles of junk surrounded by a clouded mixture of water and oil quickly reveals to be even deeper and mountainous upon landing in the oily concoction.
Upon resurfacing and spitting the disgusting taste from his mouth, Chariot hears the faint sound of the shutters slamming shut just as the last stream of water tinkles out. There appeared to be caked on oil lining the walls of the room, indicating there being a flood point before the water is drained out and most likely recycled to refill the tanks, once again saving the need to have to by cleaner water.
His visual exploration of the room is quickly interrupted by a gray, oily blur missing him by a few inches and hitting the water with enough force to push him back a few feet. By the time he shook the oiled water out of his face, the chains connected snapped straight while reeling upwards, pulling a large, three-fingered claw full of scrap. Looking up, he noticed several rows of tracks bearing the same claws moving about, some dropping down and grabbing large mounds while others were carrying their collections to tunnels even higher than the chute he was shot out of.
Another claw drops down from the ceiling onto a smaller mound, giving Chariot enough time to swim over and grab the chain before it grabbed its share and resurfaced, then sliding down onto one of the fingers as it reached the rails and made its way towards the tunnel.
Erika eventually arrives at the ruins of old Wily's lab. Upon charging in, her eyes almost fell out of their sockets as Leo pops up from below to see what she was glaring at.
The entire lobby had been splattered with all manners of bright colors, all but illuminating the grim, scary atmosphere of what the ruins should look like.
"Hi, Erika!" Lovers calls out as Sun and what appears to be a robot made out of a rainbow colored paint bucket flew around the room, running their brushes around while giggling excitedly.
"Wh...what're you guys doing here!?" Erika almost shrieks.
"Do you wike it!?" Lovers giggles, "We wanna make dis our headquarters for Danny and the others, so Chika found this gwoomy old paint bucket and asked him to redecowate the pwace for us!"
Erika was all kinds of baffled, wanting to say something but ends up groaning and slapping her hand on her forehead. Hard control was seriously not in her programming.
Thankfully the long search had given him enough energy to try and escape and he scrambles to get to the surface, and hopefully out of the quarantine portion of the tank. But as he had broken through the surface and grabbed the corner to pull himself out, his foot accidentally kicks a lever an arm's reach from the edge of the tank, causing a door to slide shut at the entrance and another set of shutters to slip apart, causing a powerful suction to drain the water and bits of scrap that were left from some of the destroyed machines.
Caught by surprise, and only functioning at half strength, Chariot is yanked into the artificial whirlpool. He scrambles to grab the first thing that wasn't a wall, which ended up being the lever he kicked, but the effort only granted him a few seconds of convenience before the handle snaps off, sending him back to the harrowing suction. Only moments after falling through the open shutters, Chariot lands on a water cascading slide, sending him slinging down a large, seemingly long pipe before eventually spitting him out of a giant chute and into a flooded scrap room.
What looked like small piles of junk surrounded by a clouded mixture of water and oil quickly reveals to be even deeper and mountainous upon landing in the oily concoction.
Upon resurfacing and spitting the disgusting taste from his mouth, Chariot hears the faint sound of the shutters slamming shut just as the last stream of water tinkles out. There appeared to be caked on oil lining the walls of the room, indicating there being a flood point before the water is drained out and most likely recycled to refill the tanks, once again saving the need to have to by cleaner water.
His visual exploration of the room is quickly interrupted by a gray, oily blur missing him by a few inches and hitting the water with enough force to push him back a few feet. By the time he shook the oiled water out of his face, the chains connected snapped straight while reeling upwards, pulling a large, three-fingered claw full of scrap. Looking up, he noticed several rows of tracks bearing the same claws moving about, some dropping down and grabbing large mounds while others were carrying their collections to tunnels even higher than the chute he was shot out of.
Another claw drops down from the ceiling onto a smaller mound, giving Chariot enough time to swim over and grab the chain before it grabbed its share and resurfaced, then sliding down onto one of the fingers as it reached the rails and made its way towards the tunnel.
Erika eventually arrives at the ruins of old Wily's lab. Upon charging in, her eyes almost fell out of their sockets as Leo pops up from below to see what she was glaring at.
The entire lobby had been splattered with all manners of bright colors, all but illuminating the grim, scary atmosphere of what the ruins should look like.
"Hi, Erika!" Lovers calls out as Sun and what appears to be a robot made out of a rainbow colored paint bucket flew around the room, running their brushes around while giggling excitedly.
"Wh...what're you guys doing here!?" Erika almost shrieks.
"Do you wike it!?" Lovers giggles, "We wanna make dis our headquarters for Danny and the others, so Chika found this gwoomy old paint bucket and asked him to redecowate the pwace for us!"
Erika was all kinds of baffled, wanting to say something but ends up groaning and slapping her hand on her forehead. Hard control was seriously not in her programming.
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: January 24, 2013, 12:22:23 PM »
"Your Ego will be MINE!!!"
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Roleplay / Re: RPM Magical DASH
« on: January 24, 2013, 09:44:30 AM »
"No, not with Dragon Sky currently under Glyde Family's control," the driving Berbil vouches, "There could be worse Glyde Family will do with Dragon Sky than merely wishing for all the money in the world."
The other two Berbils looks towards the driver, chittering something Taiyo wouldn't understand before the driver turns his focus back towards him.
"If there is nothing else, Berbils should get back to work." he said, "There is one more tower Berbils must construct before next phase begins"
The other two Berbils looks towards the driver, chittering something Taiyo wouldn't understand before the driver turns his focus back towards him.
"If there is nothing else, Berbils should get back to work." he said, "There is one more tower Berbils must construct before next phase begins"
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Roleplay / Re: RPM Magical DASH
« on: January 24, 2013, 08:57:56 AM »
The Berbil driving the tugboat nods as he stops near the shores keeping the Game Center afloat.
"If you don't mind Berbils asking, what do you plan to do about this situation?" one of passenger Berbils asked.
"If you don't mind Berbils asking, what do you plan to do about this situation?" one of passenger Berbils asked.
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Roleplay / Re: RPM Magical DASH
« on: January 24, 2013, 08:13:30 AM »
The tugboat eventually arrives at Vixy's Game Center, which oddly appears to be floating on a broken piece of land. Taiyo could hear something under something blowing underwater and sticks his head into the water to see water propellers rotating at top speeds to keep the island above the surface.
"Berbils managed to raise salvageable buildings from ocean floor," one of the Berbils said, "Vixy's Gaming Center has very durable structure, was easy to protect from the harsh events of merge."
The Berbil riding the tugboat then turns his head to look at Tai, "Tugboat picking up vehicle readings up ahead. It appears to be submarine shaped and contains five occupants. Submarine does not appear to have drifted far; Berbils take you there if you wish."
"Berbils managed to raise salvageable buildings from ocean floor," one of the Berbils said, "Vixy's Gaming Center has very durable structure, was easy to protect from the harsh events of merge."
The Berbil riding the tugboat then turns his head to look at Tai, "Tugboat picking up vehicle readings up ahead. It appears to be submarine shaped and contains five occupants. Submarine does not appear to have drifted far; Berbils take you there if you wish."
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: January 24, 2013, 08:06:16 AM »
"How 'bout cross-eyed then!?"
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: January 23, 2013, 08:58:46 AM »
"Dur hur! I told you I could use my lip muscles to shove these two chopsticks up my nostrils!"