((RP Thread, Waspinator's Cave))

[bw_waspy]

*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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[rmmayhem]

*sadly* It was scary, Ballade. And it hurt.

*confused* But I'm just a weak fool, too much of coward to do the job I was made for... I'm not worth that risk.

*glaring at Quick* Wind was going to engrave it after he finished putting the chip it, of course the name's not on me yet.

*sighs sadly* Ballade, I really don't feel like doing anything like that right now.

[http://users.livejournal.com/ballade_/]

*looks puzzled for a moment* Job? Oh yeah. Getting rid of Megabrat. *shrugs* None of us have done that.

Least you didn't really screw up and do something stupid like blow yourself up to help Mega escape when he woulda been blown up on a space station because he couldn't get out of a room he was in. Um. Or something like that.

Little bastard left me behind after I helped him, just like Dr. Wily did...

*looks a little sad that Air doesn't want to go out and play* Oh. Maybe you'll feel better later?

[lavender-wings.livejournal.com]

Air... you aren't weak. The only way you'd be weak would be if you'd give up and let Wind win, instead of staying with those who care about you.

*quietly* Ballade, give him time...

[pogo_boy]

*almost snickers at Ballade and wonders if he can find something bright or sparkly to distract his younger brother with, but then scowls at the thought of Wind carving his name on Air*

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.

[rmmayhem]

*Quick has been trying to be patient. He really has. His patience only goes so far though. It's almost painful to watch his brother acting like this. The soothing approach doesn't seem to be working, so he tries the next thing he can think of, even if it's not exactly the best way to handle the situation. Quick grabs Air's arm so that he can't try to get away from what is going to be a rather angry response.*

*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.

[terrorsaur]

*hasn't been paying much attentiomn to the xenos, but decides to toss in his two cents*

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.

[rmmayhem]

*Air isn't quite sure what to think of Quick's reaction other than that he wants Quick to stop it and let go of him. Alarmed, he tries to pull his arm back so he can try to get away from Quick, but realizes Quick had to firm a hold.*

*whimpers, cringing* Quick, stop it.