*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?
*Tango looked down at the ground. It would be better if Crash put her down now, even though she was reluctant to move, in case he needed his hands free or he needed to move*
*Air looks a bit nervous but quickly pulls himself together. Metal needs their help. No matter what happens, Metal will be taken care of. He's family. The CR finally begins raising the grate, repairs completed.*
*Metal's systems reactivate slowly, and he begins to realize that he's working again. He's confused a bit, if just because it seems like some time has gone by since he was last aware. A few days actually. Metal carefully checks his systems over to see that he is in control at the moment. Wind must have decided to disable the chip for more of his 'fun'. Metal doesn't even bother trying to move; he just stays put, whimpering quietly. The only way the chip is ever disabled is if he's restrained or going to be used in one of Wind's little games. No point in trying to resist anymore, since he can't stop any of it.*
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Date: 2005-12-24 12:04 am (UTC)And he'd have a hard time getting it all off too, without getting sticky tar everywhere. *Ballade laughs*
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Date: 2005-12-24 12:16 am (UTC)((I fell asleep too. Sleep happens :) ))
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Date: 2005-12-24 01:12 am (UTC)*snickering* Looks like I'm going to have to pull some stuff together for next time Wind visits the Nexus.
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Date: 2005-12-24 01:39 am (UTC)*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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Date: 2005-12-24 02:00 am (UTC)*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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Date: 2005-12-24 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 05:05 am (UTC)*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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Date: 2005-12-24 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 05:21 am (UTC)*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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Date: 2005-12-24 06:49 am (UTC)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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Date: 2005-12-24 07:38 am (UTC)*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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Date: 2005-12-24 10:38 am (UTC)*Tango looked down at the ground. It would be better if Crash put her down now, even though she was reluctant to move, in case he needed his hands free or he needed to move*
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