Jackbot Maintenance [Open]

[jackbotsattack]

Characters: Jack and anyone curious enough to see what he's doing
Location: Random abandoned storeroom somewhere at XI
Time: Late Evening
Content: Jack has found a new workspace and is working on his Jackbots again. It's not going WELL, per se...
Format: Prose
Warnings: Evil plotting, the occasional explosion, and ear-shattering rock music.

Comments

[boss_tictacs]

Paulie Bleeker liked to take his run around the school, but this day, he was walking around. Maybe his motive was campaigning. He did have a stack of fliers in his hand. For some reason, he wound up in the basement, putting up his posters down there. It was then he heard tinkering in a near by room. Ever the curious lad, Paulie peeked his head in.

"Eh, is that a robot? Dude, I totally tried making one of those at my last school, only it blew up. To smithereens. Left scorch marks in the underclassmen parking lot." Paulie commented as he entered the room.

/Yay! The cheese to Juno's macaroni! ^^

[jackbotsattack]

Jack was so startled by the sudden address, he yanked his head up, straight into the top of the robot he was leaning into.

"OW!"

Rubbing his sore head, he pulled himself more delicately out of the robot and turned to look at the kid behind him. His immediate thought was, How did he get past my defense systems!?! before he remembered that he wasn't at his house anymore.

He looked the boy up and down. He knew he recognized him from somewhere... He spotted the papers in the guy's hand and realized he was Paulie Bleeker, running for some student office that Jack couldn't be bothered to remember.

"Yes, it's a robot," he replied flatly. "But unlike whatever crap you put together, it won't blow up."

Yeah, he's pretty blingin'

[boss_tictacs]

Paulie scoffed. "Well at least ours didn't look like a pile of something my cat barfed up." He can be a bit snooty, but the kid was being an asshat. Like major douche.

[jackbotsattack]

"Yeah, well, it's not finished yet," Jack defended, then mentally slapped himself, because, yeah, that was convincing.

[ceilingsniper]

Why, precisely, Xigbar was here of all places was anyone's guess. He might have simply gotten bored of former haunts, or maybe he just felt like seeing what sort of hidden places there were in the school. Regardless, he's there - if not actually on the floor. He's on the ceiling again, looking quite comfortable.

"Now what are you up to?"

/There's a XIGBAR here, too!?! askdjfejoidkj XD

[jackbotsattack]

"Huh?" Jack looked over his shoulder, but no one was in the room. Confused, he stood up straight and looked around, still seeing no one... until he came face to face with a ponytail.

He followed the hair up and found himself staring into an eyepatch.

"I could ask you the same question," he spat. "Why are you on the ceiling?"

We also have a Xaldin! o/

[ceilingsniper]

"Because I can," Xigbar answered with a grin. Really, it was the reason he did half of the things that he did. After all, why not use the powers if you had them? Some people could fly; he sat on ceilings. Or walls. Or mid-air. It was just habit, and he'd long since learned that people very rarely looked up.

Handy, when you were trying to get on with one's business without anyone noticing.

"I can come down if you reeeeeeeally want, though."

Zexion or Marluxia? *hopeful*

[jackbotsattack]

"Because you can?" Jack repeated, raising an eyebrow. What kind of answer was that? "Psh, what do I care. Do whatever you want, just don't bother me."

He really had to look away from this guy. That eyepatch was distracting. So were the scars. In fact, he was creepy overall.