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[betterthanmegaman]

WHAT? I don't... HOW THE HELL DO YOU---

*BEEEEEEEEP!!*

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Several Days Post Ended Cycle [Action]

[gentlebluebomber]

[ Of all the stupid things he's going to do. Rock knows he's not strong enough yet. This Bass character keeps telling him as such and as it turns out.

The Temple mission with Tech proved he was lacking.

So here he is, standing with certainty he's found Bass' room. Thinking of leaving.

Then with the lightest knock he can. Turns around. Maybe he can escape before making a worse mistake.]

Guess he's not home.

[betterthanmegaman]

[ The softest of knocks... but do you know what has amazing hearing? WOLVES. Especially Robot Wolves. No sooner does Rock knock comes a scrabling noise as something skids over to the door and barks. And barks again.

There's a muffled curse from inside and a STOMP STOMP STOMP comes at the door.

It flings open before Rock has a chance to flee and he's greeted with the sight of a teen with a mess of bleach blonde hair and a dinosaur kigurumi. Though the red optics and the distinct purple strips on his face are pretty telling of who this is. ]

WHAT?!

[ He snaps and then blinks. ]

Oh it's you. The hell do you want?! You know what time it is?!

[ It's... it's mid afternoon. ]

I KNOW you're not looking for a fight, this is a freaking TEASE.

[gentlebluebomber]

[ Rock himself is caught before his chance to run. And ding dong ditching specially when caught is quite rude so he turns back to Bass with a sigh.

He's certainly himself not fully out of his armor but, the way it's mismatched with his oversized sweater reaching past his hands, Bass is right there's no way he's here for a fight.

He sighs as he pushes back a strand of messy hair, then takes a moment to examine Bass.

Huh, is Bass just special to look like that under his armor or do any other Wilybots there have civilian modes?

Another day... ]

I'm not here to fight no. Stop yelling and being weird....

No... I... Look I just want to say my mission sucked, we lived and all but... you were... right.

I might need help.

[ He hates admitting it but, its not something he feels like he can say to his brothers. ]

Just Don't Be Weird About me Asking for this okay?

TEXT, UN: Scaldings

[heat_wavering]

[Heatman sends out these messages one by one to all of the Wilybots (...and also Iceman, who he likes and is grateful to for protecting him, and therefore has decided is an honorary Wilybot), though he copy/pastes each one, finding the idea of writing up a message like this more than once legitimately excruciating]

hi i have one question or maybe a few questions

do you think we are tools and weapons or do you think were people

doctor wily always told me we were tools and weapons it wasnt a secret he had it inserted into my code i am listed in the inventory cross references in the same section as all of his lab equipment

i keep telling everyone that we aren't really people that we just

were very talkative hammers

but nobody agrees with me when i tell them

i told it to mister magnum ace a little while ago and he said we aren't weapons or tools he said were kids

i dont think so

kids are allowed to matter to have choices and we dont

so were hammers

UN: kajfbakwefb

[betterthanmegaman]

whyareyoiulisteningtowilyhesafuckinidiot!!!!!!waithowdoyouaddspaceesthisissostupidfuckshitihatethisnothingmakessense!!!!

[heat_wavering]

[Heatman huffed, mildly regretting asking him at all, but Bass was a Wilybot, so...]

thats the point isnt it? if he cant even design my temperature controls properly when he was trying really hard than why do you think he could make people accidentally?

[Heat froze, hunching in place waiting for his own body to turn against him, but nothing happened. He'd never tried writing down disrespectful things about Doctor Wily before. Was this another loophole...?]

um

you make spaces by hitting the longer button that says space do you see it?

Text, UN, P3RF3C710N

[binary_runaway]

hey, nerd, it's nova storm. we met forever ago, remember? long as you don't go'n bite me again, we should race or whatever soon. something fun. you like being the best, right? you the best at flying, or pinball? show me what you've got

Backdated action to shortly after mall raid

[heat_wavering]

Heatman had been wandering the halls as he often did. He didn't have any particular destination in mind, he was just bored and wanted to see what would happen if he picked a direction and went in it.

Today, he found a big hole in a room so the door and some walls and a bunch of other things were gone. He didn't really super want to steal this room, but he thought that maybe fun things were in it, so in he went.

He poked around for a bit and brushed debris off the bed so the person whose room this was could recharge soundly, then after a moment of consideration started looking around for sheets to change the bed for this person in case little rocks or dust were stuck anyway. Along the way, he found a remote for something but it wasn't working at whatever it did so maybe it needed batteries. He left it open on the stripped bed and went to look for batteries, and along the way he found a bowl of really cute circle things with a shape on them. He picked one up and dropped the bowl absentmindedly to the floor, and felt it. It was nice! A good texture! He beamed a smile.

"Hi!" He chirped to the thingy. "You look like the shape of a friend. Can I steal you, and whoever owns you can steal something back?" Mister Morningstar had said stealing didn't work like that, but Heatman had no trouble believing in contradictory things.

[betterthanmegaman]

Bass is not in a good mood. Then again most of his moods can probably be described as not good. Usually for other people. This not good mood is in relation to him having to CLEAN. Stupid huge robot dog wrecking his living space...

If he didn't already have so much stuff in there he would have just... left it an moved elsewhere. But he liked that room! It was in a nice spot that was close to several people he liked to harass and he had his bed in there and all his things...

That is not one of his things.

He was gone for all of about fifteen minutes to get a vacuum! He snarls and stomps over.

"What you think you're doing?!" he snaps giving Heatman's lid a smack down.

[ceruleon]

Yo dino man, you got plans for that party coming up?

[betterthanmegaman]

i am gonna DESTROY the dance floor. It's a challenge, a battlefield, by the end of the evening there will be a BLOODBATH with no one by MYSELF LAUGHING IN VICTORY!

text; $outoftime

[stableparadox]

Hey, Bass, it's Quint. I know you're probably still not a fan of me but

[ There's an uncomfortable pause between texts. ]

Wanna go mutally beat the shit out of each other in the training hall?

text: UN: dropthe 1/3

[betterthanmegaman]

FUCK YEAH YOUR ASS IS GRASS!!

text: UN: dropthe 2/3

[betterthanmegaman]

[ A few seconds later... ]

your ass beating will need to wait 24 minutes, i'm still in the middle of treble's daily walk and i won't cut it fucking short for anyone

text: UN: dropthe 3/3

[betterthanmegaman]

[ A moment or two after that... ]

treble wants to share his new tug rope with your fucking huge dog YOU BETTER NOT HAVE OBJECTIONS AND YOU BETTER BRING HIM OR I SWEAR I WON'T KICK YOUR ASS

[ACTION]; takes place immediately after that anonymous baby fight* (Terra, pls stop)

[terraformed_spaceruler]

*[OOC: Right here.]

[Of all the Robot Masters he had to remember at the top of his head, it had to be Bass. Why did it have to be him? It could've been anyone else more significant, but yet . . . there he is. Bass living rent free in his head after that stint in the brig. Apparently, he is in good terms with Donatello for some forsaken reason.]

[With that in mind, Terra eventually found himself teleporting right in to deliver a flying jump kick onto Bass's door, causing it to dent.]

[Growling, his tone barely restrained.] Bass. We're finishing what we've started, so come on out or I obliterate the door exactly where it stands. NOW.

Re: [ACTION]; takes place immediately after that anonymous baby fight* (Terra, pls stop)

[betterthanmegaman]

[ Bass picks up the remote and pauses the TV. He's watching some weird alien wrestling pay-per-view. And while there were few things that could draw him away from the allures of big strong guys in spandex pants beating on each other while extended melodramatic plot and lore reveals itself between matches... the prospect of a fight is certainly alluring enough.

He looks at Treble. ]

Busted door's better then what happened to the ceiling that time, huh? Stay here.

[ Treble cocks his head as Bass stands up, summons his armor and picks the hilt of the Crisis up from his bureau. He walks to the door. But does he open it? Nope.

He flicks the sword on, and plunges the humming energy blade THROUGH the door. He follows up with a couple good kicks as he knocks it off into the hall. ]

Fuck you hairball I'LL DESTROY MY OWN DAMN DOOR!

[Text Messages]

[crims0nhunter]

Heeeey bro.

You seem Riptide lately?

That dude needs to be more careful who he airdrops his photos to.

[betterthanmegaman]

riptide? ye

went on a mission with him a bit ago

Action!

[heat_wavering]

Heatman was feeling bored today, so he wandered off in search of Bass, barging cheerfully into his room without knocking as usual, only to be disappointed that Bass didn't seem to be around. His very special and wonderful and perfect puppy was, though!

He brightened up instantly. "Hi, Treble!" He said cheerfully, reaching up on his tiptoes as Treble leaned down to scratch behind his ears. "Do you miss Bass, too?" He asked sympathetically when Treble made a noise. "That's sad. That hurts my feelings and breaks my spark, core, thing. But it's okay, though. I'll help! I'm the best helper, Flash and Elec and somebody else probably said so."

He asked Treble very nicely to stay here in the meantime because it was going to be a surprise okay? Cover his optics!

Heat then spent roughly the next hour scouting out what he wanted and then laboriously dragging over a coffee table sized box from another room further down the hall. Along the way he very literally ran into Rush, Rock's own very special and wonderful and perfect puppy, and he took the opportunity of a brief rest to cuddle Rush and say hi and ask if he wanted to have a party with him and Treble.

Rush very enthusiastically agreed, or so Heatman assumed by the bouncing and the licking, making Heat giggle himself breathless.

Rush helped after that, making it real real easier to push the box into Bass' room and then in front of the tv, pushing away the perfectly serviceable storage crates that Bass had previously had there.

Heat wheezed for a bit, overheated as he always tended to get, then smiled at where Treble and now Rush (out of solidarity) had their paws over their optics. "Not yet! No peeking!" He then very meticulously put down plates and cups and saucers and silverware he'd previously stolen, the way shade and Shadow had, complete with napkins and carefully spelled out table settings for all three of them.

Heat took a step back to admire his work, picking up and flicking away a speck of grit. He then nodded once in satisfaction, followed immediately by ruining his own hard work by dumping the entire contents of a large bag of treats for Treble and Rush that he'd found before in Bass' room all over their new table and onto the floor.

"You can look now!" He chirped, sitting down on the couch and patting Treble and Rush then Treble again as they began paying very close attention to the treats. "I'll put on a whole bunch of stuff in a row for us. You two like the fuzzy organic thing shows, right? Let's start there!"

And the marathon nature show/merciless devouring of every available treat began.

finally after the journey home

[betterthanmegaman]

Man what a wild adventure!

And by wild totally fucking pointless. He didn't get to punch ANYTHING. Donnie pretty much promised him a good fight! Of course he didn't actually but Bass felt there was a strong implication. And he didn't get to do anything. It's like the universe itself was against him having any kind of fun.

Whatever at least he bought a bunch of cool shit while he was out. He's got a whole bunch of shopping bags with him. Surprisingly a lot of them are filled with stuff he's picked up for other people, who'd of thought! He'll disburse them later. Right now the only thing on his mind is heading back to his room and giving Treble some well deserved love and attention.

He shoulders the door open.

"Treble, I'm-"

He freezes as his dog comes bounding over to him. His room is not as it once was. He should have expected as much.

"Looks like you did a whole fucking lot of redecorating in here," he addresses the gremlin in the room as he crouches down to scratch Treble's head.

[AUDIO] UN | SRN-001 (set after “The Return of the Tyrant King”; TW for mild crude language)

[terraformed_spaceruler]

Bass.

Bass!

Get your damn fucking ass out of wherever you stuck it into. Our precious turtle friend, Donatello, is in danger.

The Antlered Megatron has since made contact with him in an attempt to get into his head and break him into his own sickening ideal image. Donatello has been cooping himself up into his own room and has admitted that none of his family members or maybe even a few others know of his pain.

Donatello deeply trusts you with his every living fiber of his being, so you might as well convince him through his thick skull that him being alone and unprotected is what the Antlered Megatron wants.

Make that assless Cybertronian pay for his sins.

And by the way, thanks for saving my hide back there. Didn’t expect it coming from you, but it’s definitely appreciated.

Have fun, Bass.

— Terra | SRN-001 [11:41 AM]

Re: [AUDIO] UN | SRN-001 (set after “The Return of the Tyrant King”; TW for mild crude language)

[betterthanmegaman]

THAT FUCKIN NERD.

[ and then the line goes dead ]

Action- post event

[binary_runaway]

Nova grumbled to herself as she stomped down the hallway, hating everything. She hated how her voice was deeper, she hated her new pink and purple color scheme based off of those slagging bears, hated so much.

Well... hate and a vast case of the heebie jeebie discomforts. It was weird and unsettling, walking around in this new frame. Her gait and balance were different, the sound of her own footsteps was too heavy and too loud, augh augh augh.

And she didn't match Warp anymore.

Warp said it didn't matter, but... it did. It made her spark give a twang every time she thought about it. It was almost- no, worse than losing her wings and the sky.

But, whatever. Whatever. This wasn't about whining how mission predictably went headlights up and left her processor lying dead in a ditch again, this was about checking on Bass. He was still a newbuilt like all the other AI, regardless of how murder happy or experienced he was at various things. She worried. And so much had happened...

She didn't know him well enough to know how he'd handle it. And even if he was fine, he should be checked on anyway. People should care. He should know that they did. She knew more than enough from being a newbuilt herself with Warp what it felt like when none of those things were assured.

She eventually found the right door, and rapped her knuckles hard enough that he'd hear it. "Hey nerd, you there? One yell for yes, two yells for no."

Action- Post Not R2 event

[gentlebluebomber]

Rock had been thinking a lot about Optimus' abandonment of their team. He wondered if anyone who was on his level could understand him...

Anyone who knows the world better.

It would probably be Bass. [But really he should of sought Elec or Blues for this]

He knocks on Bass' door. "Hey jerkface, you in. I wanna talk to you, I'll even let you drag me to train this time." He says on the other side.

He holds a baggy of robotreats too for Treble. He'd already fed some to Rush who did not want to move from his very comfy spot of pillows.

"I... need help and advice and I think you're the best person to ask." He adds on shyly.