*Quick shakes his head.* I should have realized that he was going to start that eventually. Maybe if I had, he wouldn't have gotten to some of the others he did... *looking over at Flash* I think you might want to handle those questions, Air.
*Air is getting a little annoyed, oddly enough for him.* Quick, would you stop that? It's not helping anyone to have you standing around, moping and blaming yourself about things outside of your control.
*Air sighs, trying to think of the best way to tell Flash. When he does speak, it's in a slightly more detached tone.* Wind has made a hobby of working on personality override chips, among other things. He used some of our brothers as test subjects.
Um... *Ballade tries to think of something worse than spraypaint and bows that would not be stopped by the no-violence field*
There's also glitter. Or finding some way to turn him chibi. That happened to Quint once.
Or I've heard there are some things in the Nexus that can change someone's gender
*He wonders briefly if Wind really has one, before the train of thought switches away from that as too disturbing to contemplate*
Or, um, y'know... I kinda wish my universe's Quick and Crash were here, cause they play pranks all the time and could probably come up with a huge list of things to do to Wind that wouldn't be stopped by the no-violence field.
*remembering some incident or other* What about tar and feathers?
*Crash laughs a bit.* Glitter probably wouldn't do much on its own though. I doubt he would care about being covered in sparkles. Having him turned chibi would be entertaining though... *He doesn't mention the more disturbing gender changing idea.* Tar and feathers would work though. *He snickers.*
((Fell asleep at my desk last night or I would have responded sooner.))
*Air sighs.* He had a version of one in your systems, which was removed. He's also gotten several of the others... Shadow included. He also tried one on Elec. It didn't work. Elec is... gone now.
*Air looks at the screen.* About half done, I'd say, Quick. You ready for this?
*Ballade's still grinning, seeming oblivious to the conversation about Metal.* Hey, anything would stick to him after the tar. Feathers. Flowers. Bits of lace. Um.. what are some other things?
And he'd have a hard time getting it all off too, without getting sticky tar everywhere. *Ballade laughs*
*Flash is even more shock on hearing who than he was at hearing how long he had been deactivated for.* Both of them? But how? *He gets quiet, letting things start to sink in. Neither of those mentioned were Betas, but still, he had a lot of respect for them...*
*Quick sounds a bit nervous on hearing about the repairs.* I'm not sure I'm ready, Air, but it needs to be done. I don't know that it would be possible to be ready for this... *quietly* I still feel responsible, Quint. Like I should have been able to do more to stop Wind.
*Air sounds a bit reluctant to talk about what happened.* Do you really want to know the answers to that question, Flash?
*He sounds resigned.* I know what you mean, Quick. But Metal deserves this chance. It'll be fine, Quick. you'll see. *The tone used for last bit definitely lacks the confidence that the words indicate...*
*Ballade nods enthusiastically* Uh huh! The longer it takes and the more help he needs to get it off the better! *he grins and laughs again* Bet we can find all kinds of things in the Nexus to dump on him!
*He looks over at the others, and it seems he wasn't ignoring the other conversation at all.* Gone isn't the same as hiding. I don't think he'd be gone. Where would he go?
But I know about hiding.
*He looks back to Crash and resumes chattering away as if he hadn't spoken to the others at all, and really was as simple-minded as he seemed to be.* There should be tar in the Nexus somewhere too. Or maybe Quint knows where to find tar. And we can dump that on Wind and then all kinds of other stuff.
*snicker* He'll look like a walking pile of garbage. Which he is.
*Crash looks a bit confused at how quickly Ballade switches topics, but shrugs. He doesn't exactly want to explain that, in his universe, gone has a certain meaning when used in this sense. At least, among Wilybots it does.*
*He decides to go back to the more pleasant topic.* With all that the Nexus is supposed to be connected to, I'd be surprised if we couldn't find what we'd want to dump on him. *smirking* He sure is garbage.
*Flash is a bit surprised at how Ballade takes that part of the discussion. Then, he pauses to think about it, realizing this is just one of those differences. He looks uneasy.* I guess I don't, Air. If it's that bad...
*Quick nods at Air.* I know it will. It may take time, but it will be fine eventually... *Not that Quick is known for his patience...*
*He sighs.* I know that, Quint. We've had enough incidents where we could only do what we did for Flash to help. Once Wily had made a decision on scrapping someone, there was no real way to save them... *He doesn't even mention the fact that it was a miracle Flash's body was intact.*
*Air goes quiet, not really knowing what to say anymore. He then goes back to watching the progress indicator on the screen. Not too much longer until Metal is done. He shivers a little, scared of what the possibilities are.*
Uh huh! Which is why he oughtta look like garbage too. *Ballade snickers*
Tar will be great. It'll take him hours to get everything off. *He grins and laughs* He might have had to get help this time too, because of the bombs. If they left little bits of shrapnel where he can't reach, and someone else will have to take tweezers and... *Ballade just trails off into laughter*
*Quint's quiet for a while. That's the second time Ballade made an odd remark about gone and 'hiding' - the first time had been while having pancakes at Cole's. Cole had commented on Ballade's behaviour, saying she hadn't realised he was that far gone...*
*Of course, it wouldn't make any sense here, since he was the only other one present who remembered the way Ballade had been before the disaster of his first encounter with Megaman*
*Crash laughs on hearing about that.* Nice job with the shrapnel if it did that. Painful, annoying, and time consuming to deal with. He deserves every bit of it.
*Air watches as the repairs get closer and closer to completion. It feels like it's taking forever, if just because he's watching so carefully.* The repairs are nearly done guys. Get yourselves ready for anything when he does reactivate. Okay?
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*Air sighs, trying to think of the best way to tell Flash. When he does speak, it's in a slightly more detached tone.* Wind has made a hobby of working on personality override chips, among other things. He used some of our brothers as test subjects.
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There's also glitter. Or finding some way to turn him chibi. That happened to Quint once.
Or I've heard there are some things in the Nexus that can change someone's gender
*He wonders briefly if Wind really has one, before the train of thought switches away from that as too disturbing to contemplate*
Or, um, y'know... I kinda wish my universe's Quick and Crash were here, cause they play pranks all the time and could probably come up with a huge list of things to do to Wind that wouldn't be stopped by the no-violence field.
*remembering some incident or other* What about tar and feathers?
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((Fell asleep at my desk last night or I would have responded sooner.))
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*Air looks at the screen.* About half done, I'd say, Quick. You ready for this?
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And he'd have a hard time getting it all off too, without getting sticky tar everywhere. *Ballade laughs*
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((I fell asleep too. Sleep happens :) ))
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*snickering* Looks like I'm going to have to pull some stuff together for next time Wind visits the Nexus.
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*He sounds resigned.* I know what you mean, Quick. But Metal deserves this chance. It'll be fine, Quick. you'll see. *The tone used for last bit definitely lacks the confidence that the words indicate...*
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*He looks over at the others, and it seems he wasn't ignoring the other conversation at all.* Gone isn't the same as hiding. I don't think he'd be gone. Where would he go?
But I know about hiding.
*He looks back to Crash and resumes chattering away as if he hadn't spoken to the others at all, and really was as simple-minded as he seemed to be.* There should be tar in the Nexus somewhere too. Or maybe Quint knows where to find tar. And we can dump that on Wind and then all kinds of other stuff.
*snicker* He'll look like a walking pile of garbage. Which he is.
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*He decides to go back to the more pleasant topic.* With all that the Nexus is supposed to be connected to, I'd be surprised if we couldn't find what we'd want to dump on him. *smirking* He sure is garbage.
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*He sighs.* I know that, Quint. We've had enough incidents where we could only do what we did for Flash to help. Once Wily had made a decision on scrapping someone, there was no real way to save them... *He doesn't even mention the fact that it was a miracle Flash's body was intact.*
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Tar will be great. It'll take him hours to get everything off. *He grins and laughs* He might have had to get help this time too, because of the bombs. If they left little bits of shrapnel where he can't reach, and someone else will have to take tweezers and... *Ballade just trails off into laughter*
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*Of course, it wouldn't make any sense here, since he was the only other one present who remembered the way Ballade had been before the disaster of his first encounter with Megaman*
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