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smashrising2016-02-03 08:52 pm
lovely_wind) wrote in smashrising2016-02-03 08:52 pm
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- billy coen (resident evil),
- blaze (sonic the hedgehog),
- chewbacca (disney infinity),
- flurrie (mario),
- joel (the last of us),
- rene randall (valkyria chronicles),
- riwane/charizard (pokemon),
- rock light (mega man),
- ronnae 'mash belore ryllos (warcraft),
- sonic (sonic the hedgehog),
- sonny moe/snorlax (pokemon),
- zero (mega man)
SPRING CLEANING [OPEN]
Who: ALL OF YOU NERDS
What: CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!!
Where: ABSOLUTELY FREAKING EVERYWHERE
When: RIGHT NOW
Warnings: Chemical burns??? IDK
There was no escape in sight. As far as anyone could tell, they were all stuck here on this mysterious floating island for the time being, and they would have to make do with what they could find. You'd think they would be well off in an AWESOME MANSION, except that the mansion is... a little worse for wear. Okay, a LOT worse for wear. The place was a mess.
Flurrie would not stand for it.
A woman of her tastes and sensibilities would be all for living it up in a huge, fancy mansion, but certainly not one in this state. And so, she took some initiative. Early one morning, she found a megaphone and stood outside the front of the mansion, barking orders loudly to the other inhabitants.
"EVERYONE GET OUT HERE, PRONTO!!"
Once everybody was gathered (as gathered as they were able to at this time of day, anyway), she yelled a little less:
"All right, everyone! I think we've been lounging around long enough! This place is an absolute disaster, and I cannot abide it another minute. Today I proclaim that we're going to make this mansion spic and span! And we're not going to stop until it sparkles! Now who's with me~?"
[HERE'S HOW IT WORKS: Step 1: Pick a location. Step 2: CLEAN THAT SHIT. Step 3: Tag around and help clean the mansion YAAAY! OR, you can do none of the above and screw around the entire time! YAAAY?]
What: CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!!
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Where: ABSOLUTELY FREAKING EVERYWHERE
When: RIGHT NOW
Warnings: Chemical burns??? IDK
There was no escape in sight. As far as anyone could tell, they were all stuck here on this mysterious floating island for the time being, and they would have to make do with what they could find. You'd think they would be well off in an AWESOME MANSION, except that the mansion is... a little worse for wear. Okay, a LOT worse for wear. The place was a mess.
Flurrie would not stand for it.
A woman of her tastes and sensibilities would be all for living it up in a huge, fancy mansion, but certainly not one in this state. And so, she took some initiative. Early one morning, she found a megaphone and stood outside the front of the mansion, barking orders loudly to the other inhabitants.
"EVERYONE GET OUT HERE, PRONTO!!"
Once everybody was gathered (as gathered as they were able to at this time of day, anyway), she yelled a little less:
"All right, everyone! I think we've been lounging around long enough! This place is an absolute disaster, and I cannot abide it another minute. Today I proclaim that we're going to make this mansion spic and span! And we're not going to stop until it sparkles! Now who's with me~?"
[HERE'S HOW IT WORKS: Step 1: Pick a location. Step 2: CLEAN THAT SHIT. Step 3: Tag around and help clean the mansion YAAAY! OR, you can do none of the above and screw around the entire time! YAAAY?]
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Come on, stop making such a big deal over this. It's not like he hadn't seen a human turned into a robot before. There were plenty of other humanized people around that he had no reason to treat this as anything other than an uncomfortable, humiliating, powerless inconvenience. "Fine," he grumbled, glancing around the room for something to use as a makeshift clothes.
(His hair was being more disobedient than usual - it was falling all over his face, for one. With a huff, Zero begrudgingly parted his bangs and... huh. He'd never noticed how soft it was...)
The curtains would just have to do - the broken window wouldn't exactly need them anymore. He walked over and-- a bright stab of pain shot up his leg as he blindly stepped on a shard of glass.
"GHHkkrgh--!" Good job. This is what you get for not paying attention.
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Rock's helper instincts kicked right in. He bolted from the room like a flash. He returned about a minute later with a first aid kit. He'd helped clean up after lab accidents, bandaging wounds, before. He knew just what to do. He even thought to bring a blanket for Zero. They weren't exactly pants, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
He made Zero sit down, knelt down, and started to look at his foot to treat it.
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At least Rock seemed to have things covered. Harpuia had worked with humans before, but never as a medic; he was more than okay with leaving that in Rock's capable hands. Instead, his boots crunched past the broken glass that had stopped Zero so easily, and Harpuia retrieved the old curtains in his place. A blanket was a good start, but it was still winter, that broken window was letting cold air in, and a vest would only go so far, right?
"On the bright side, this certainly seems to resolve your energy problem," Harpuia pointed out. "If you can bleed, then that just proves you're entirely organic now."
He stopped for a moment, eyes on the fallen disc. Well... keeping it around would be useful, surely. Maybe Zero would need it if he wanted to reverse the transformation?
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Hunger pangs were certainly a first. An awful, awful first. Being low on energy as a reploid made you sluggish, but at least it didn't cause physical pain and internal rumbling. What was even going on in there? There were sounds...
Trying to focus on something else, Zero proceeded to pick out the piece of glass in his foot, managing to cut his fingers too. Amazing. Seriously, no one ever stressed to him how sharp glass actually was. It took a second for him to even register that he was bleeding from an entirely new place now, but when it did, that thing hurt like a motherfucker.
"Tch!" At least that chunk of glass was out of his foot now?
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Rock's expression changed, and he looked between them. "Hey... Maybe this is the answer!" He suggested. "If we all had human forms, then we wouldn't have to worry about depleting energy reserves!"
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But... there wasn't an awful lot of enthusiasm behind his agreement.
Still. Beggars can't be choosers. Harpuia surely wouldn't choose his pride over his survival, right? ...R... right. He knelt down to the fallen disc, and took it in his hand.
Just the same as Zero. A sudden lurch, a sensation completely like any his sensors had ever registered before. A dazzling burst of light, not unlike the activation of an Armed Phenomenon. Except, instead of a birdplane, the end result was something much more ridiculous. Harpuia, with nothing but those old curtains and a vest. One with holes in the back where wing ports should have been. No helmet, no armor, not even the green arrows on his face.
Wow. Pretty underwhelming, huh?