hide yo kids hide yo wife [OPEN]
CHARACTERS | devilrush and YOU!
DATE | Sept. 28th.
RATING | UHHHH.... STRONG LANGUAGE because VAVA's a potty mouth. Otherwise... PG?? idek. NOW WITH LESS FAIL.
SUMMARY | a new arrival to The World. and he is not happy.
LOG |
Things had been going smoothly for VAVA as of recent days. Causing a string of small-scale riots was always fun, more so when he was working on his own schedule. Of course, someone always had to come in and mess things up for him. That person had been Lumine; a newfangled Next-Gen Reploid, spouting the same crap Sigma had been for years. The only reason VAVA had gone along with it was because it sounded fun. The promise of fighting X and Zero again was always a perk, as well, though he didn't need some little girly-bot to let him do the things he was going to do anyway.
But then, he had faded from consciousness and reawakened.. elsewhere. This wasn't the Galapagos; in fact, it didn't look anything like the inner workings of The Palace, either. VAVA brought a hand to his head and muttered to himself. What could be likened to a head rush came over him as he tried to stand, but it passed, leaving his vision to work itself out. Maybe he was hallucinating; nothing would surprise him at this point. His programing was at least 50 years old, much older than the typical Reploid these days, and riddled with errors and viruses.
His vision crackled again and when the same scenery was presented to him, rather than clearing out, VAVA scowled.
"What the hell is this?" He growled to no one in particular. That was when he noticed he was surrounded--by his terms--by humans. He tensed briefly; humans weren't a threat to him, normally, but paranoid visions flitted in and out of his head. He took a step backwards, and when he was met with no reprimands or resistance, he moved to a far wall with all the stealth of a panzer tank.
When alone from the crowd, VAVA then took notice to some other things. His armor in its entirety, was gone. He jerked and looked down at himself, feeling over his chest and sides frantically. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't have some variation of his armor on his body. Probably during production, all those years ago. It was so utterly foreign of a concept that VAVA was ready to rip the sorry excuse for clothing off of his body. Did those humans confiscate his armor and instead dress him in this ridiculous attire?
Now he was really angry. This wasn't just inconvenient, it was degrading. Dolling him like a human? A badly-dressed one, at that? What did they think he was? He was VAVA, the greatest Hunter to ever exist, the most feared Maverick to terrorize the pitiful human cities he grew to despise!
"Lumine!!" He called out, though he knew from the moment that name left his lips that it was a fruitless effort. It was more a tic out of rage, seeking to place blame. Clenching his fists to his sides, VAVA stomped over to one of the various humans who was standing around this.. large contraption he awoke before.
"You!" How long had it been since he actually spoke to a human? Decades, at least. It didn't matter; he was above them and they would listen. "What the hell is going on?! Where is my armor?! Where am I?!" He'd get information out of one of them. If not this one, then the next. If not the next, then he would kill them all. It didn't matter to him. He wanted his armor, his dignity, back. Now.
DATE | Sept. 28th.
RATING | UHHHH.... STRONG LANGUAGE because VAVA's a potty mouth. Otherwise... PG?? idek. NOW WITH LESS FAIL.
SUMMARY | a new arrival to The World. and he is not happy.
LOG |
Things had been going smoothly for VAVA as of recent days. Causing a string of small-scale riots was always fun, more so when he was working on his own schedule. Of course, someone always had to come in and mess things up for him. That person had been Lumine; a newfangled Next-Gen Reploid, spouting the same crap Sigma had been for years. The only reason VAVA had gone along with it was because it sounded fun. The promise of fighting X and Zero again was always a perk, as well, though he didn't need some little girly-bot to let him do the things he was going to do anyway.
But then, he had faded from consciousness and reawakened.. elsewhere. This wasn't the Galapagos; in fact, it didn't look anything like the inner workings of The Palace, either. VAVA brought a hand to his head and muttered to himself. What could be likened to a head rush came over him as he tried to stand, but it passed, leaving his vision to work itself out. Maybe he was hallucinating; nothing would surprise him at this point. His programing was at least 50 years old, much older than the typical Reploid these days, and riddled with errors and viruses.
His vision crackled again and when the same scenery was presented to him, rather than clearing out, VAVA scowled.
"What the hell is this?" He growled to no one in particular. That was when he noticed he was surrounded--by his terms--by humans. He tensed briefly; humans weren't a threat to him, normally, but paranoid visions flitted in and out of his head. He took a step backwards, and when he was met with no reprimands or resistance, he moved to a far wall with all the stealth of a panzer tank.
When alone from the crowd, VAVA then took notice to some other things. His armor in its entirety, was gone. He jerked and looked down at himself, feeling over his chest and sides frantically. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't have some variation of his armor on his body. Probably during production, all those years ago. It was so utterly foreign of a concept that VAVA was ready to rip the sorry excuse for clothing off of his body. Did those humans confiscate his armor and instead dress him in this ridiculous attire?
Now he was really angry. This wasn't just inconvenient, it was degrading. Dolling him like a human? A badly-dressed one, at that? What did they think he was? He was VAVA, the greatest Hunter to ever exist, the most feared Maverick to terrorize the pitiful human cities he grew to despise!
"Lumine!!" He called out, though he knew from the moment that name left his lips that it was a fruitless effort. It was more a tic out of rage, seeking to place blame. Clenching his fists to his sides, VAVA stomped over to one of the various humans who was standing around this.. large contraption he awoke before.
"You!" How long had it been since he actually spoke to a human? Decades, at least. It didn't matter; he was above them and they would listen. "What the hell is going on?! Where is my armor?! Where am I?!" He'd get information out of one of them. If not this one, then the next. If not the next, then he would kill them all. It didn't matter to him. He wanted his armor, his dignity, back. Now.