*Quick winces at that.* I don't know exactly how your universe's Wily would react to that sort of thing but the one from our universe... Well, you can probably guess what would happen. I really hope Ballade doesn't get caught for that.
*Air looks at the screen again.* Quick, I hope you have some idea how to explain things to Flash, since he is about finished...
*Quint glances over at the computer screen. He'd been distracted by the conversation and hadn't been watching the progress. He smiles, relieved that it seems that Flash will be ok.*
*Quick looks up, a bit surprised at that.* He is? Great. I think I have a few ideas, just not sure whether it would be better to tell him how long he's been down and what's happened since or that none of us can go back ever again.
*Crash looks a little worried.* Hate to say it Quick, but both of those sound like very unpleasant things to wake up to.
*Air is sounding a little annoyed.* Alright, you just work that out fast, alright? *He watches as the CR completes and the grate begins to raise.* Make that very fast guys...
*Quick just moves over to wait and see what Flash does when he is reactivated.*
((Sorry for the shortish post. I had a final, and it's moving day for me. Well, more like leaving for Winter break til next semester. Probably won't be getting back to this til sometime tonight. :( Sorry about that.))
*Quick nods.* I'd forgotten about that. It might be best to start there. Especially with what was going to happen...
*Air stays put, not sure exactly how to deal with this. Quick and Crash can handle it probably.*
*Crash shrugs.* A lot of things worse to wake up to. And you're definitely right about bad news being better than not waking up at all.
*As the grate finishes rising, Flash's systems are slowly reactivating and running through the standard checks. Only two things showing up as not normal. Status of weapons system: Offline. Status of teleportion system: Offline. Flash starts to slowly process what's happened. He shivers, not bothering to look around. Only thing that he can figure is that Wily must have got to him before the others finished and reactivated him.*
*Quick is actually sounding a bit nervous.* Flash, you're safe now. You don't have to worry anymore. You aren't going to be recycled.
((Took longer to get home than I expected due to a snowstorm.))
*Quint remembers he'd reacted almost the same - don't look, don't move, and try to brace himself for the pain. That the first voice he'd heard was Dr. Wily's really hadn't helped.*
*And if he'd heard one of the others, would he have thought it was a trick? Possibly, depending on who.*
*It's one of those situations where an unfamiliar voice actually might help at first, and yet Quint is hesitant to intrude.*
*After a moment he steps forward and speaks, quietly and shyly, but not frightened* It's ok, oniisan. You're not where you probably think you are. It's safe here.
*Flash looks up, a bit startled at the unfamiliar voice. He had been a bit wary at how nervous Quick sounded. On actually looking around the place, he realizes that this is definitely not where he thought he was. He's still confused, and a bit uneasy. Beyond the weapons and teleporter being deactivated, something doesn't seem right in his systems.* What's going on?
*Quick speaks quietly.* We reactivated you. It's safe here, Flash. Trust me. No one here is going to hurt you. Wily isn't here.
*Quint tries to smile - though truth be told he's wary of meeting a new 'sibling', even an alternate, from past experience. Some were ok. Others, well, he looked like and often had been an easy target for the more tempermental ones. Even in his own universe, he was one of the smallest.*
*Flash isn't exactly the most trusting about this.* Why'd Lord Wily let you reactivate me? *He looks over at Quint, glaring a bit.* And who the hell are you?
*Quick glares back, having expected Flash to be a little bit touchy.* Flash, cool it. Quint doesn't deserve to be on the receiving end of one of your damn temper tantrums. *Sounding uneasy* As for Wily... He didn't exactly let us do it...
*Crash sighs, a bit annoyed. He'd almost forgotten that Flash tended to be a bit high strung at times.*
*As for Air, he's a bit nervous about getting in Flash's way right now. At least Quick will be able to get Flash back to behaving himself without much trouble.*
*Flash glares right back at Quick but decides it's a good idea just to back down for now. He doesn't have any real way to defend himself now anyways, so perhaps it's better to not anger Quick. Then it sinks in what Quick said.* Lord Wily didn't give you permission to reactivate me? Then why am I activated? I shouldn't be... I should have been a pile of parts.
*Quick speaks softly.* It's been a long time since you were deactivated. Things have changed a lot since then.
*Crash sounds a bit annoyed at Quick's way of dancing around the issue at hand.* Flash, we can't go back. It's not safe to. For any of us.
*Flash is a bit uneasy. He doesn't like this at all. His programming is saying that this isn't right.* We're supposed to stay with Lord Wily until he decides to scrap us. We're supposed to obey him. Why would you guys disobey him? *Flash shivers a little.* Lord Wily made us, and in the end, he destroys us. That's the ways things are supposed to be...
*Quick sighs. He knew it would happen like this. Even if Flash started off perfectly fine, the information is enough to knock most people off balance.* Don't worry. Wily can't get to us here. We're safe. We don't have to listen to his orders now. And if I have any say in the matter, he isn't destroying any of us. Got it?
*Crash nods in agreement, but decides to let Quick do the talking now that he's gotten started.*
*Air decides to add in his own comment.* You trusted us before, Flash. Trust us again in this. Please?
Just because that's the way it is or the way it always has been or the way he wants it doesn't mean that's the way things are supposed to be. *Quint almost sounds angry.* The way he treats us isn't right, Flash.
*Flash is getting even more confused at Ballade's question.* Since when has what any of us thought mattered? We aren't supposed to go against Lord Wily. I have to go back. I don't want to, but I have to. *He pauses a little. hesitating.* Even if it's going to hurt... It may not be right, but what right do we have to question Lord Wily's wishes?
*Quick sounds a bit angry.* Flash, stop it. You are not going back. We are not letting you go back just to be destroyed. Think about it. You know what you'd be going back to.
*Air is starting to see exactly why Quick wanted the weapons and teleporter disabled. They might not have been able to keep Flash here like this with him able to use either.*
It matters, Flash. And you don't have to go back to him. Not ever.
I know the laws are messed up, and the way Wily does things is even worse, but just because you make someone doesn't mean you own them, or at least it shouldn't.
You don't belong to him any more, Flash. You don't have to go back.
*Flash looks even more confused.* I don't have to go back? *It finally hits him what didn't feel right.* Why aren't I hurting for thinking like this? I shouldn't be allowed to do this... Lord Wily wouldn't like it.
*Quick nods firmly.* They're right, Flash. You don't have to go back. *He smirks a little.* You won't have to worry about hurting for thinking thoughts that he wouldn't like ever again.
*Crash smiles, glad things are starting to sink in.* You'll get used to it. We all did.
*Air sighs before adding his own comment.* We took care of the physical problems, Flash. Time will do the rest.
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*Seemingly oblivious to being talked about he wanders outside into the rose garden, and flops on his back in the grass to watch the clouds.*
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*Air looks at the screen again.* Quick, I hope you have some idea how to explain things to Flash, since he is about finished...
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*Crash looks a little worried.* Hate to say it Quick, but both of those sound like very unpleasant things to wake up to.
*Air is sounding a little annoyed.* Alright, you just work that out fast, alright? *He watches as the CR completes and the grate begins to raise.* Make that very fast guys...
*Quick just moves over to wait and see what Flash does when he is reactivated.*
((Sorry for the shortish post. I had a final, and it's moving day for me. Well, more like leaving for Winter break til next semester. Probably won't be getting back to this til sometime tonight. :( Sorry about that.))
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Usually one of the first things we ask is how long it's been, but that's probably cause of the Gallery.
*He looks over as the CR repair cycle completes, curious, but a bit shy and wary as well.*
((It's ok. TimeHasNoMeaningYay. Well, at least in RP it doesn't. ;) ))
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*Waspy watches, curious, but stays out of the way of the xenos*
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*Air stays put, not sure exactly how to deal with this. Quick and Crash can handle it probably.*
*Crash shrugs.* A lot of things worse to wake up to. And you're definitely right about bad news being better than not waking up at all.
*As the grate finishes rising, Flash's systems are slowly reactivating and running through the standard checks. Only two things showing up as not normal. Status of weapons system: Offline. Status of teleportion system: Offline. Flash starts to slowly process what's happened. He shivers, not bothering to look around. Only thing that he can figure is that Wily must have got to him before the others finished and reactivated him.*
*Quick is actually sounding a bit nervous.* Flash, you're safe now. You don't have to worry anymore. You aren't going to be recycled.
((Took longer to get home than I expected due to a snowstorm.))
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*And if he'd heard one of the others, would he have thought it was a trick? Possibly, depending on who.*
*It's one of those situations where an unfamiliar voice actually might help at first, and yet Quint is hesitant to intrude.*
*After a moment he steps forward and speaks, quietly and shyly, but not frightened* It's ok, oniisan. You're not where you probably think you are. It's safe here.
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*Quick speaks quietly.* We reactivated you. It's safe here, Flash. Trust me. No one here is going to hurt you. Wily isn't here.
*Flash starts slowly getting to his feet.*
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*Quick glares back, having expected Flash to be a little bit touchy.* Flash, cool it. Quint doesn't deserve to be on the receiving end of one of your damn temper tantrums. *Sounding uneasy* As for Wily... He didn't exactly let us do it...
*Crash sighs, a bit annoyed. He'd almost forgotten that Flash tended to be a bit high strung at times.*
*As for Air, he's a bit nervous about getting in Flash's way right now. At least Quick will be able to get Flash back to behaving himself without much trouble.*
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*He removes his helmet so the visor wouldn't be hiding most of his face, and looks up at Flash* I'm Quint. Series ID RKN002.
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*Quick speaks softly.* It's been a long time since you were deactivated. Things have changed a lot since then.
*Crash sounds a bit annoyed at Quick's way of dancing around the issue at hand.* Flash, we can't go back. It's not safe to. For any of us.
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*then he spots Flash and grins* Hey! He's ok! Hi! I'm Ballade!
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*He smiles shyly at Flash, trying to be reassuring* He can't hurt you here, and you don't have to go back. You don't belong to him any more.
I know that's kind of hard to get used to, but it's not a bad thing, really.
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*Quick sighs. He knew it would happen like this. Even if Flash started off perfectly fine, the information is enough to knock most people off balance.* Don't worry. Wily can't get to us here. We're safe. We don't have to listen to his orders now. And if I have any say in the matter, he isn't destroying any of us. Got it?
*Crash nods in agreement, but decides to let Quick do the talking now that he's gotten started.*
*Air decides to add in his own comment.* You trusted us before, Flash. Trust us again in this. Please?
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*Quick sounds a bit angry.* Flash, stop it. You are not going back. We are not letting you go back just to be destroyed. Think about it. You know what you'd be going back to.
*Air is starting to see exactly why Quick wanted the weapons and teleporter disabled. They might not have been able to keep Flash here like this with him able to use either.*
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I know the laws are messed up, and the way Wily does things is even worse, but just because you make someone doesn't mean you own them, or at least it shouldn't.
You don't belong to him any more, Flash. You don't have to go back.
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*Quick nods firmly.* They're right, Flash. You don't have to go back. *He smirks a little.* You won't have to worry about hurting for thinking thoughts that he wouldn't like ever again.
*Crash smiles, glad things are starting to sink in.* You'll get used to it. We all did.
*Air sighs before adding his own comment.* We took care of the physical problems, Flash. Time will do the rest.
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