[After days of wandering, Copy X has finally found what he's looking for: a repair lab. And a fancy one at that. This is the level of technology he's used to; the equipment is relatively similar to that of Neo Arcadia's lab, right down to the offline pair of Pantheon medic NPCs drones slumped in one corner. There are four separate tables for ( Read more... )

[He collapses where he ends up, just another empty corridor with a few twists and turns connecting to it. Circulatory fluid meant to keep his systems cooled and keep internal mechanisms functioning smoothly spills from the frightening wound in his neck, lubrication seeping from the exposed portion of his face. It's a grotesque sight, to be certain ( Read more... )

[Nothing like a dishonest day's work to lift the spirits and clear a foul mood away! Now that Wily's mastered the 'technology' of this place in the sense that he figured out how to bend it to his will like so much raw putty, he's having a grand ol' time. Behind the modest door with its jaunty skull motif has blossomed up a large and fully ( Read more... )

*After a draining, intense conversation, Zero finally makes his way out of the dressing-room-within-dressing-room. He wants to leave X alone to think and he wants to get away from X to think, and maybe, he has the vague goal of finding someone he knows to talk to to distract himself.

He's still minus one arm from the elbow down, though he doesn't ( Read more... )

[A very confused navigator has arrived in the dressing room today. Layer wanders the hall, trying to find some indication of where she could possibly be and how she arrived there. She doesn't recognize this place at all.]

Where is this place...? [She tries her headset. Just to see.] X, Zero, Axl, can any of you hear me?

*Isn't happy. Is far from happy, even. Because not only did someone shatter not-Zero's hand, but not-the-real-thing is who Axl has seen third after the spiked E-can. Joy oh joy!*

Someone's got my gun an' they better be givin' back right this effin' second b'fore I take a crowbar to their cold corpse an' go around body-lootin'!*He's in armor, has ( Read more... )

[He's out in the halls again, practicing- he hasn't learned a whole lot yet, of course, but he's got a borrowed gun, he knows how to make a proper fist, and there's plenty of dead wall space to work against. He's alternating between just smashing his fists against the wall and shooting at it, feeling the recoil sear up his arm and shoulder. There's ( Read more... )

*Have Zero wandering the halls, one of those E-tanks in each hand. It would be unfair of him to drink his before finding X, and finding X was proving to be a lot more difficult than previously planned. A very small part of him hoped that a Reploid had designed this place so he wouldn't be branded a Maverick for wanting to strangle the person who ( Read more... )

{No, this isn't Rock posting -- this is just me being too lazy to make a new account ( Read more... )

*Copy Bot' is sitting with a notebook on his lap in a totally secret place, meaning, not secret at all, a few pages are blowing away but he doesn't make any attempts to grab them as he tries to make sense of some of the notes he's got*

This...kind of looks like... *he squints, staring at the page hard* ...Zero...?!

[[ooc; copy stole wily's ( Read more... )