((RP Thread, Waspinator's Cave))
*It's autumn here now, and the large rose garden is still stubbornly in bloom even though the leaves have changed color. The weather is clear and the sky blue with only a few wispy white clouds. Sometimes prehistoric Earth can be simply beautiful. But who has time to stop and look some days?*
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*quietly* Ballade, give him time...
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He won't ever do that, Air. He won't get the chance to do that. Even if he had before, it wouldn't mean he owns you.
*he thinks back to some of the things that other Forte told him, months ago, when he first showed up in the Nexus.* We're not property, Air. We're not 'weapons' or 'tools'. We're people.
What Dr. Wily does, and what Wind does where you're from, is wrong. I don't care what the laws of my own world say about that or what yours might, it's still wrong.
*quietly* If anything, we're more like escaped slaves than anything else.
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*snaps, frustrated* Air, stop this. Just stop it. You knew that what you're say is complete and utter garbage before. Don't do this to yourself.
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I don't know what idiot told you you're weak, but you knocked me and Waspy out of the sky, and you almost did the same to Steadfast. *grins* Next time it's dull around here and the weather's too 'nice' to try storm-flying, I wouldn't mind finding out if you could do that while I'm expecting it.
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*whimpers, cringing* Quick, stop it.