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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 16:11:01 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 16:11:01 GMT -7
(Nah. Gee's cool and I don't know Tabby. Wish I did, though :') It's HalfaceMischief.)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 16:23:49 GMT -7
(ohhhh...yikes. can people just please leave well enough alone and let shit go after two years? idk what happened but like. two years man. they should honestly let you be)
'Tesla's Automatic Man' gave the hand of Devil of Hell's Kitchen a firm shake and a curt nod. An alliance was all very well and good, but there was no plan of action, and he sensed a lull in conversation. "So...got a secret hideout?" He tried. "Something like a Batcave, Fortress of Solitude type deal?"
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 16:33:07 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 16:33:07 GMT -7
(I think we made up. Kinda. Idek, honestly. The convo's on her profile, tho.)
Matt started to turn to walk out of the dark warehouse as soon as he was released from the robot's iron grip. "We can go to my apartment for the night," he suggested, looking back over his shoulder. "It's in a kind of secluded area. And my neighbors are oblivious to me and, er, what I do." He opened the door and held it open for his new companion. The young man didn't know how he felt about having someone to tag along with him, since he relished his time alone in the city. But, considering what the blue thing did to him, it would be in his favor that he had someone to back him up. He also hoped nobody would want to swing by his apartment. It didn't happen often, but still. His friends were unpredictable.
(ha HA SEE WHAT I DID??? Iron grip?? :'D )
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 16:46:55 GMT -7
(I dont see it, maybe it's gone?)
In any other situation, going to someone else's apartment with no idea of who he was was generally a bad idea. Right now, Robo didn't have any better options. "Sounds good to me," he said, nodding. "I might need to get a jacket at some point, though," he mused. "Preferably with a hood. Work clothes won't do for hiding my face." Work clothes indeed. He was dressed in one of his longest surviving shirts, a two year old navy blue T-shirt with a lightning bolt on the front. Ironically, it was what he'd been wearing last time he encountered that slimy glob of impossible monster. This, paired with some lighter blue pants, made for a rather plain ensemble, though a normal one for Robo. Unfortunately, remaining incognito was a priority for now, so more concealing clothing was high on his list of needs.
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 16:56:27 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 16:56:27 GMT -7
(It's still there. Check the second page of comments maybe?)
"Oh, I've got something for you," the young man said. Matt lead the robot out of the warehouse as he spoke, listening out for cars and footsteps near them. Once he was sure the two of them weren't being followed, he looked to the skyline. "What exactly can you do?" He asked, squinting at the hazy outlines of the buildings against the night sky. Though he couldn't make out more than small details with his vision alone, it was enough to make rough estimates. "Because we're going to have to scale some rooftops. It's mainly how I bet around," he briefly explained. "But it's the quickest way, and we won't be seen by anyone."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 17:10:54 GMT -7
(mmmm, you can see the tension there...tbh if she hadn't been like straight up 'yes I'm shit' then maybe that could have gone better but idk. just. calling urself shit is not good practice rlly.)
"Ah, well let's see." He held up a hand and started ticking things off on his fingers as he began his monologue. "Onviously I'm a robot, so I don't need to eat or sleep or anything like that. I can run pretty fast, I'm strong, I have multiple PhDs, and I can punch things. Oh yeah, lots of punching." As an afterthought he added, "And if you have a gun I can shoot it. Experience states that while I CAN fly a plane or a helicopter I probably shouldn't, and I can drive if needed. Scaling rooftops is admittedly not my piece of cake, but que sera sera and all that, so yeah, sure. Why not." He made his way out the door and studied the skyline. It seemed normal enough, so for now, he'd assume it was still 2011. Ah, not that it couldn't be 2011, after all. He wasn't gonna give Doctor Dinosaur that satisfaction, even if neither of them were supposed to exist here. "Gotta ask though, what can YOU do? You seem to have a handle on this whole blind thing, and nobody knows, so I'm assuming you're either not totally blind or you got that whole 'better other senses' thing going on, but what's the story, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 17:28:37 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 17:28:37 GMT -7
The young man cast a slightly irritated glance at this very chatty robot as he rambled on, again. To make it worse, he slightly envied Robo's lengthy list of abilities and powers. Matt didn't have any powers, really, and he hated being called a superhero for that reason. "Yeah, that's great," he grumbled. "At least you can scale buildings. That's all I really wanted to know," he added sarcastically under his breath. "It's fine. And I am totally, ah, blind. But my other senses are really enhanced, more than normal blind people, though." He lead the robot towards a slightly shorter but abandoned brick building as he spoke. "I was blinded by some chemicals when I was young, because I saved a man from a car crash. Turns out that car was transporting radioactive waste. But it made me hear and smell a lot more than the average. I can hear heartbeats, car motors, and literally smell fear." He paused. "Oh, I kind of rambled. Sorry."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 17:40:34 GMT -7
"Hey, you asked!" Robo retorted defensively. Probably not a good idea to mention he could see farther into the electromagnetic spectrum than humans could, and that he could hear a bit better too. Or that he got TV, radio, and RSS, among other things, in his head. "Anyway, I'm sorry about your vision," he said, quieter now. He was a robot. He could be repaired when he got hurt or damaged. Hell, he'd had damage done to his optics countless times before. He couldn't imagine not being able to see. So...time to change the subject. "Where to?"
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 18:04:37 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 18:04:37 GMT -7
The young man snorted in annoyance at the robot, mainly because he was right. "And it's alright, I guess," he answered, but he said it at a mumbling level. Every now and then, he would get what his priests called 'resentment' due to the accident, and he would go into this whole cycle of self-pity, but recently, the cycles had become fewer and far between. It was just awful remembering what it was like to see and not having that ability anymore. He walked around the side of the building, and once he caught scent of cold, sharp metal, he knew he was close to the fire escape. Guessing, Matt stuck his hand out and gripped the railing and sighed in relief. "Up here. We'll make our way back to my place from here." He broke into a jog up the stairs, listening for Robo's heavy steps behind him.
(Fun fact: Matt actually has depression. Poor babe :/ )
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 18:17:33 GMT -7
(ohh no <:( i can't say what it's like personally but one of my friends has severe depression...it's so hard to help sometimes)
Robo regretted apologizing. Pity usually annoyed people, and while he wasn't attempting to do as much in any way, he should have been thinking. Nobody liked to be reminded of what they'd lost. Robo tried not to dwell on that too much and carefully tested his weight on the fire escape. His shoes masked the sound of his feet hitting the metal, but it didn't help that he was heavy and made the structure creak ominously. "How much weight can this thing take?" He asked, quieter now that there were people around for sure.
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