*Metal calms down slightly.* Really? It seems a little hard to imagine that there are other versions of us existing...
*He sounds uneasy.* We always knew exactly what Lord Wily would do when he decided that he had no use for us. *He shivers* At least, we did before Wind showed up...
*Quint nods slightly, latching onto the first topic to avoid any more discussion of the second for now* I met an alternate of me once, from another universe. I haven't seen him in a long time though.
*He's quiet for a moment. That Quint had still been with Wily, and with nobody to try to change things, maybe the reason he'd never come back was because they had all been destroyed*
It shouldn't be too hard to tell the ones from the same universe as I am. Most of them are smaller than you are. Our Wily didn't make us look that old. Most of us look like we're about nine to fourteen. I'm one of the smallest, and I've been mistaken for seven or eight years old. Iceman the youngest looking of any of us. Our Iceman looks about five or six years old.
Ballade's kind of unusual in looking older. And Punk looks older than any of us so far. He looks eighteen or nineteen, but he's kind of small and shorter than Ballade.
*Metal shakes his head.* Weird. I'm not sure how I'd feel about seeing another version of me. I'll keep that bit in mind. Definitely different from home...
*Something seems to suddenly fit into place for Metal.* That means there are alternates of those of us that were recycled, doesn't it?
*Metal seems a bit upset at hearing that. He shivers a bit.* That sounds like it'll be more than a little awkward... I don't think I want to have to deal with that yet. The thought scares me.
*Air sighs. He knew Metal wouldn't take this that well.* Metal, you're going to have to deal with it eventually. I hope you realize that. Even if Quint tells them to stay away.
*Air sounds a bit annoyed.* And you could have prevented those how exactly, Metal? You weren't even in control of your own body for what happened with Elec, were you? You couldn't have done anything to change things.
*Metal sounds extremely uneasy at hearing this.* Why not? Some of that was the results of things I did. Elec wouldn't have been caught if it weren't for me...
It's still Wind, or your universe's Wily, that does things. Elec was here earlier, before you and Flash were repaired, but had to go back to the Castle. Blues left too.
*Metal sounds a little irritated.* Your universe's version of Blues, I'm guessing. Ours tended to not bother with most of us. If it weren't for him, Wily would have never ordered Flash recycled...
*Air sighs.* Metal, you know damn well that Wily was in one of his more unpredictable moods. Nor was he really behaving rationally. Why else would he declare someone a traitor for that mess?
He's hardly ever rational, and he's always paranoid. It's actually easier when he's drunk. I think that's why some of the others always made sure he had liquor around.
*Metal gets quiet at that thought.* Ours was the opposite. He got more irrational the more alcohol he had, but we had no choice. He ordered us to steal the stuff for him, so we did...
*Quint nods after a moment* It's odd the things that are different sometimes. Like how our Epsilons weren't made by Wily at all, and most of them are ok. Or the Gallery. Or how you're all taller than we are. Or that your world doesn't have the RKNs at all.
*Air sounds slightly amused.* Hate to say it Metal, but our Wily was worse to us if we didn't get him that garbage than if we did. Remember the one time we messed up trying to steal the stuff?
*Metal looks confused for a minute before it dawns on him.* Good point. That incident was awful. Just glad he didn't decide to recycle any of us for that mess.
*He pauses, shaking his head.* All the differences are a bit confusing. And, just out of curiosity, if your Wily didn't make the Epsilons, who did?
Our Epsilon Squadron came from all over the world. Wily was too busy that year to do designs from scratch, because he was working on Forte. The plan had two purposes though. It meant he'd have a new team, without having to do the work. And it also.. *Quint paused and shivered* Our Wily doesn't like competition. At all. Especially if anyone's good enough they might be a threat, like Dr. Light or Dr. Cossack.
That year, he.. well, we did most of the work to set it up, but, it was a contest. A big Robot Master design competition.
The eight winners and their creators were brought together at an Expo. Then the robots were taken and the building was bombed. Wily even kept a list of other entrants, but I think he lost it or forgot to send us to kill them too, like he was going to. Unless that happened while I was in the Gallery.
Our Windman was made by a 17 year old boy. Plant was made by two women from Brazil. Flameman's from the Middle East somewhere. Yamato was from a company in Japan. Blizzardman was owned by a TV station and used to do weather reports. I don't know about Tomahawk, and Centaur and Knightman were I think from the same place. Some sort of medival-fantasy oriented carnival. Centaur was designed to give kids pony rides...
*Quint shivers again, uneasy* Their creators were killed, and Wily changed their programming and modified them so they could fight, and then sent them out. *bitterly* Not that it made a damned bit of difference to Mega where they were from. As far as he was concerned, they're just more Wilybots. I guess they are, now.
*Air hadn't actually heard this before.* So, your Epsilons weren't even meant as fighters originally? I could definitely see Wily not wanting competition though.
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*He sounds uneasy.* We always knew exactly what Lord Wily would do when he decided that he had no use for us. *He shivers* At least, we did before Wind showed up...
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*He's quiet for a moment. That Quint had still been with Wily, and with nobody to try to change things, maybe the reason he'd never come back was because they had all been destroyed*
It shouldn't be too hard to tell the ones from the same universe as I am. Most of them are smaller than you are. Our Wily didn't make us look that old. Most of us look like we're about nine to fourteen. I'm one of the smallest, and I've been mistaken for seven or eight years old. Iceman the youngest looking of any of us. Our Iceman looks about five or six years old.
Ballade's kind of unusual in looking older. And Punk looks older than any of us so far. He looks eighteen or nineteen, but he's kind of small and shorter than Ballade.
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*Something seems to suddenly fit into place for Metal.* That means there are alternates of those of us that were recycled, doesn't it?
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*He looks down at the floor nervously.* I remember some of what happened with Elec...
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*He pauses, shaking his head.* All the differences are a bit confusing. And, just out of curiosity, if your Wily didn't make the Epsilons, who did?
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That year, he.. well, we did most of the work to set it up, but, it was a contest. A big Robot Master design competition.
The eight winners and their creators were brought together at an Expo. Then the robots were taken and the building was bombed. Wily even kept a list of other entrants, but I think he lost it or forgot to send us to kill them too, like he was going to. Unless that happened while I was in the Gallery.
Our Windman was made by a 17 year old boy. Plant was made by two women from Brazil. Flameman's from the Middle East somewhere. Yamato was from a company in Japan. Blizzardman was owned by a TV station and used to do weather reports. I don't know about Tomahawk, and Centaur and Knightman were I think from the same place. Some sort of medival-fantasy oriented carnival. Centaur was designed to give kids pony rides...
*Quint shivers again, uneasy* Their creators were killed, and Wily changed their programming and modified them so they could fight, and then sent them out. *bitterly* Not that it made a damned bit of difference to Mega where they were from. As far as he was concerned, they're just more Wilybots. I guess they are, now.
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