He gained this from it, *Quint said bitterly. Twisted mindgames were not uncommon in his universe.* You don't believe this is real because they lied and told you Air was destroyed.
Did they tell others this too? What did they say about Quick and Crash? I bet it made a better story than to let anyone know that someone escaped.
*More softly, he adds* Think about it, oniisan. Which story would they tell you to help keep control? That Air was destroyed, or that he was safe and out of their reach?
*Metal cringes a bit, knowing exactly what response was expected. When Wind played his tricks, if he responded differently, Metal would be punished more for it.* Quick and Crash were recycled. I was told about the order by Wind, and the next day there was the screaming... He always brought back proof to leave where I could see it whenever I was activated. Said that they had been traitors... And that it was my fault for not keeping them under control before.
*Part of him is wondering at the way this is going. The questions are different this time. Wind had never brought strangers into his games before either. Metal keeps himself still though, knowing that escape was pointless.*
*Air speaks quietly, trying to hide how upset he is and failing rather badly.* Come on, big brother. That didn't happen. Quick and Crash are both here now and perfectly fine. *He pauses before adding* And even if they weren't, it wouldn't have been your fault. They're old enough to make their own decisions now.
*Metal is quiet for a bit before he decides that maybe he'd better just do something to get it over with. Staying still is starting to get to him. He starts to move slowly, clumsily trying to get to his feet. He feels a bit bad for upsetting Air, even if he isn't sure that this is really Air.* How did I get here? Last I remember, I was in the small room Wind stored me in when he didn't have something he wanted to test out...
*Quint replies, calmly but quietly* Wind tried to get to Air, Crash, and Quick. Crash and Quick were attacked, and he set a trap for Air. He... used you. I guess you don't remember because he wouldn't have wanted to mess up the story he was telling you. But when it was over we were able to get you and Flash away from him.
*Metal nods slowly, as he finally manges to get to he feet. He still looks around nervously, shaking a bit.* Chip must have cut off awareness again. Wind does that when he wants to try something on me... Things always feel odd afterwords. Usually just minor things... *He trails off a bit, not wanting to mention the more major ones. He had a feeling Wind had been looking through his memories a few of those times.*
*Crash reaches down to pet Tango when she comes over to him, smiling a little.* We got out of there before the order that we were to be recycled got around to too many. It was safer that way. Though we did have to get Air away from Wind before leaving...
*Metal looks frightened.* Flash was recycled years ago. He can't really be here. None of this can be real. As for the others, they left some of the parts that couldn't be reused in the room with me to show that they were gone. How can this be real? *He still is having a hard time believing that all that was lies.*
*Air moves closer, holding out a hand.* Come on brother. We are real. I am not some horrible illusion from Wind. If you want proof, just try to grab my hand. An illusion wouldn't last through that.
*Quint speaks again in the same soft tone, but he doesn't leave anything out or try to gloss over it, as far as he knows. After all, Metal's had enough lies confusing him.*
Wily didn't recycle Flash. He was going to, so Air and Crash and Quick made sure that.. *he hesitates only briefly* they removed his personality and memory and hid them, so he wouldn't be hurt when it happened.
But instead, Wily gave Flash to Wind. Wind ended up sending him after Quick and Crash when he sent you. We got his body back, and Air fixed him.
*Metal hesitates a bit, but finally decides to go along with Air's request. To his surprise, he feels something solid. It shouldn't be real... But it feels real.* You lied to Wily then, Air. You said Flash put up too much of a fight to be brought back functioning, so you guys destroyed him. How?
*After a bit of hesitating* This is too good to be true...
*Air smiles as he realizes Metal at least listened to him for that much.* More than my memory and personality were messed up then. I have nothing left to make me obey. Believe me, this is true. We're free.
*Tango continues to purr, but doesn't demand to be picked back up just yet. It looks safe, but it's best to be sure. She weaves around Crash's legs instead.*
*Crash chuckles a bit at the cat at his feet. He is still waiting to make sure that Metal is going to be alright before he does anything. Metal isn't likely to be totally predictable.*
*Metal is starting to feel a bit better about this, maybe it is real. Maybe these people weren't going to hurt him. Even if he didn't deserve this. He is still having a hard time comprehending everything.* Why did you bother with me? I'm not worth the trouble this must have been.
*Air sounds a bit disappointed.* Metal, you think that poorly of us? We wouldn't intentionally leave family to that monster. We care. I'm just sorry it took us so long to find out what happened to you...
*Metal sounds a bit upset.* It was a long time. A very long time. *Hesitating a little* There were times when I actually thought it would have been better if he had destroyed me. I thought that I'd be alone even if I were free of him...
*It finally sinks in exactly what Quint has been calling him. He decides to ask about it, a bit confused.* You're family? I've never seen you before...
*Metal isn't sure he actually understands the bit about universes, but decides to let it go for now. He's just surprised that anyone would want to consider him family like that.* I don't mind, kid. Just a little surprised that you'd want to consider someone as pathetic as I am family...
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Date: 2005-12-26 02:10 am (UTC)Did they tell others this too? What did they say about Quick and Crash? I bet it made a better story than to let anyone know that someone escaped.
*More softly, he adds* Think about it, oniisan. Which story would they tell you to help keep control? That Air was destroyed, or that he was safe and out of their reach?
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Date: 2005-12-26 04:32 am (UTC)*Part of him is wondering at the way this is going. The questions are different this time. Wind had never brought strangers into his games before either. Metal keeps himself still though, knowing that escape was pointless.*
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Date: 2005-12-26 11:34 pm (UTC)Wily didn't recycle Flash. He was going to, so Air and Crash and Quick made sure that.. *he hesitates only briefly* they removed his personality and memory and hid them, so he wouldn't be hurt when it happened.
But instead, Wily gave Flash to Wind. Wind ended up sending him after Quick and Crash when he sent you. We got his body back, and Air fixed him.
It's all real, oniisan. Wind lied to you.
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Date: 2005-12-27 01:55 am (UTC)*After a bit of hesitating* This is too good to be true...
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Date: 2005-12-27 05:59 am (UTC)*Quint's still speaking quietly, and very respectfully.*
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Date: 2005-12-27 06:42 am (UTC)*It finally sinks in exactly what Quint has been calling him. He decides to ask about it, a bit confused.* You're family? I've never seen you before...
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Date: 2005-12-27 07:38 am (UTC)Sort of. I don't really exist in the universe you're from. I'm Quint. Series i.d. RKN002. Ballade over there's my younger brother. RKN004.
I guess maybe your universe's Wily just didn't see a reason to make the Rock-Killer series.
*he fidgets* If you don't want me to call you that, I won't...
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