Twila@M3 - Friday, December 03, 1999, 12:28 PM ----------------------------------------------
New York - Wall Street No longer able to be held in only one building, the Stock Market has done nothing but expand outwards in the last few decades, forcing the rest of Wall Street to grow out and up in order to compensate. Within the heart of Wall Street, there is a series of inter-connected buildings that house the Stock Market, which now runs 20 hours out of a 24 hour day. All around the heart of Wall Street are the consulting firms, the business firms, the lawyers, the stock brokers, all housed in an efficiently clean section of the city. With most of the travel in subways and super-fast railcars underground in the extensive subway systems, the streets and sky above around the buildings is kept relatively clear of the normal New York traffic.
Danny Daniels looks slightly out of place in this area of money and high fliers. He's attracting a few odd looks as he saunters down the street whistling to himself.
Twila Peterson emerges from the area bearing the teleport chambers. She doesn't particularly look the type to be within this particular section of town either. But...sometimes it's just good to walk instead of taking a cab or taxi.
Danny Daniels is currently carrying a large bag, presumably containing a few personal effects, judging by the way socks and other bits of clothing keep dropping out the bottom and rolling into the gutter, where Danny scoops them up with an iritable mutter.
Twila Peterson slows her gait as she spots someone else who seems to fit in on Wall Street just as much, if not more, than she does. She watches the young college man with a blinkblink as he seems to be having trouble with keeping is clothes within the bag. Erm...strange...she thought the laundry mats were on the other side of town. It's then the face looks a little familiar.
Danny Daniels curses even louder as there is a loud crass and a pile of digital disks slide out the hole in his bag and pile onto the sideway. There is a flurry of activity as he struggles to pick them up, while people almost break their necks as he darts between them to get a few strays.
Danny Daniels piles the disks back into the bag and rests it on the sideway for a few moments as he rummages in his many pockets. Eventually he pulls out a plastic bag, which inflates with a couple of tugs on hidden seals within the lining. He starts to swap stuff from one bag to the other, ignoring the funny looks he gets when he pulls out a pair of Union Jack underpants.
Twila Peterson hurries over to where the pile spilled onto the ground, doing some dodging of the crowds herself. Nope, she's not a typical new Yorker who simply minds her own business and ignores her fellow man. She kneels down and gathers some of the wayward CDs and hands them to Danny. "Any others missing?" she asks...not outwardly seeing any.
Danny Daniels turns with a start and accepts the Cds with a grin. 'hey.." he says, trying to place the face. "hey, yes, I remember you! How are you?" Danny Daniels grins lopsidedly and drops the last of his possessions into his new bag and zips it closed. "Just moving some stuff from my folk's place in London," he explains with a sheepish look. "Bleeding Nike carrier bags ain't as strong as they used to be."
Twila Peterson smiles as the face finally clicks. Ah, yes. The young man who was with her when she was last here and Enker as well as another Master decided to do a little "shopping". "Oh, I'm doing alright," she states upon standing up. "Yeah...they do tend to be troublesome. How are you fairing, Danny?" as she belatedly recalls his name.
Danny Daniels: There are a few things about Danny that separate him from the norm. For starters, his dress sense seems to have come from a bygone age, as far back as the late twentieth century, and in particular the decade that produced punk. Of course, in the intervening time punk has been resampled, remixed, reinvented, cyberized, detoxified and otherwise buggered about with, but a few things have remained constant and one of them is silly outfits.
From his ripped homemade T-Shirt advertising his college band, The Rancid Tarts, to his huge steel reinforced, sythesized leather Surgeon Martens boots, everything about Danny screams...well, just screams really. Over the T-Shirt he is wearing a army green shooting jacket, each of the pellet holders carrying either a few pencils, or a tube of paint or two. The jacket appears to have seen better days, and looks like it has been taken apart thoroughly with a blunt knife, then stuck back together with safety pins.
Danny is actually rather short, and the fact that he is wearing a pair of faded, dismembered and slashed denim bondage trousers that seem to have enough room in them for two just makes him look even more ridiculous.
The nightmare of Danny's clothing, however, is nothing compared to the nightmare of his hair. For a start its bright red...in parts, although that is fighting for control with a particularly lurid green. Add to that the fact it has enough gel in it to give the impression of multi-coloured concrete after an electric shock, and again you have to wonder what kind of medication Danny is on, and if he isnt, why not.
Finally, leaving aside all comments on hair or clothes, Danny does actually seem to be relatively normal looking, with a faint smile, green eyes and a face that suggests he needs to eat more and drink less. He looks like a typical art student, all in all.
Danny Daniels shrugs. "Hey, not had any robots trying to blow me up recently, which can only be an improvement." He yawns quickly, then shrugs again. "Funny I should bump into you again..er..Tyler isn't it?"
Twila Peterson grins and shakes her head. "Twila. Tyler's a male name...last I checked anyway. But with the names people have nowadays...who really knows?"
Twila Peterson adds, "Just out for a bit of a walk actually. Haven't been to New York recently."
Danny Daniels looks appologetic, then chuckles. "Yeah, sorry about that, Twila. Get it right this time." He studies her for a few moments, then glances about him. "Yeah, didn't take you for a stockbroker type. No suit."
Twila Peterson chuckles at that. "Er...nope. Writer actually." Or former writer as the case now is. "Or was...I'm now working a bit in...um...mechanics and such now. You don't seem the type to be a stockbroker either actually."
Dr. Thomas Light sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Twila?"
Danny Daniels looks down at his clothes, then around him. "Wha, you don't think I fit in?" he says brightly.
Twila Peterson blinks and excuses herself a moment upon pulling out what looks to be a cell phone. "Hmmm...maybe just a lil bright," she commenst with a wink.
You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Dr. Thomas Light: "Yes, Doctor?"
Dr. Thomas Light sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I was just wondering if I might talk to you a little bit. Am I bothering you?"
Danny Daniels looks at his shooting jacket again and then at one of the suits hurrying by. "Well, I prefer to think original..." he says cheerfully, and rubs his nose. He peers at the phone with a moments interest, then shrugs, silently waiting for Twila to finish the call.
You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Dr. Thomas Light: "Now, not at all. At the moment I'm in New York...just wandering. Your welcome to join me. Or...you want me to come back?"
Dr. Thomas Light sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh, no.. no. It might be nice to see New York.. been a while since I've been there. Where are you? I'll come join you, if you don't mind."
Twila Peterson smiles a little sheepishly towards Danny and lowers the radio slightly. "Well, certainly a little more...um...colerful than a standard suit and tie."
Danny Daniels does a little twirl. "Well, it's my stage outfit. Admittedly it's my only outfit at the moment. One reason for collecting this." he shakes the bag.
You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Dr. Thomas Light: "Presently finding myself on Wall Street, outside the *pause* Stock Exchange. Not exactly certain how I found myself here tho."
Danny Daniels grins. "well that and I was finding it difficult to live without my Clash albums."
Dr. Thomas Light sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Ah, I'll be there shortly."
Twila Peterson smirks towards the young man she's engaged in conversation with. "Yeah...suppose more than one stage outfit would be likable." As well as less smelly. "Oh...and a friend is coming by too," she states, upon putting theradio away and back on her belt. Twila Peterson .oO(Actually my soon to be Father-In-Law...but no need to tell him that)Oo.
Danny Daniels kicks his heels and hoists his bag onto his shoulder, sending a passing business man scattering out of the way. He cocks an eyebrow at Candice and shrugs. "Heh, all these people with social lives."
Dr. Thomas Light slides his credit card through the autocab's payment reader and mutters about crazy cabbies, even robotic ones. The cab cheerfully wishes Light a nice day in a Middle-Eastern accent and hovers off as he steps out. Dr. Thomas Light peers around at the mass of people, standing there conspicuously in his white lab coat and cane, trying to spot Twila.
Danny Daniels coughs violently a second, turning away from Twila to do so. "Sorry, allergies are playing up again." he sniffs. "Think I'm allergic to reploids or something."
"Eh...social lives are nice..." she responds as she spots a farmiliar face getting himself out of the cab with his cane. Not an easy thing to do with this crowd. But, she does within a few moments as soon as a group of stockbrokers pass. "Doctor, over here," she states with a wave, trying to gain his attention. She then turns to Danny briefly. "Allergic? That's a new one."
Doctor Light Dr. Thomas Xavier Light, father of all intelligent robotic life. For such a famous man and brilliant scientist, he's not terribly impressive in person. He's short, rather round, and his white hair is slightly receding. He walks with a cane, as he's getting along in years and doesn't move all that quickly any more. He's currently dressed in a white lab coat with his name printed on the upper left, several pens stuffed into his breast pocket. His face is kind, however, and fatherly. Rather like Santa Claus without the red suit.
Danny Daniels turns and follows the direction of Twila's wave, eyes immediately alighting on the man in the white coat. Something about him screams doctor. Strange that.
Dr. Thomas Light continues to look around and finally sees the waving hand. Mostly he spots Twila because she's not wearing a business suit. He smiles and wanders over slowly, being jostled and bounced by careless stock brokers and the like as he comes over. Finally, he reaches Twila, out of breath. "Oh, my. Now I know why I stay at home most of the time." He smiles self-consciously, "Hello there, Twila...oh, who's your friend?" He looks over at the young man curiously.
Dr. Thomas Light thinks as he looks at Danny, .oO(Hmm.. must be some sort of art or music student.)Oo.
Danny Daniels stares back at Dr Light, drops his bag and extends a hand. "Hello there, Doc. Name's Daniels. Danny Daniels."
Twila Peterson flickers a glance over to Danny before returning her attention back to the elder. "This is Danny. Someone I met while I last visted New York." When Enker and a friend of his blew up a local department store. "Danny, meet Dr. Light."
Dr. Thomas Light takes the hand and shakes it, his own palm slightly cool and dry. "Nice to meet you, young man."
Twila Peterson would offer Danny's last name...but had forgotten it actually. Too many things were going on when they two originally met.
Dr. Thomas Light eyes Danny's ripped clothes with the dubious curiosity of the aged, but says nothing.
Danny Daniels shakes and grins. "Cheers mate." He looks curiously at the get up and rubs his brow briefly. "Yes, only a passing acquaintance of Twila. We got blown up together." he grins slightly at that.
Twila Peterson erms, "Well...not blown up persay. Kinda...well, happened down the street from us. Enker and Bomb Mand had decided to go shopping..." she mutters.
Dr. Thomas Light's bushy eyebrows arch and meet on his forehead. "Blown up?" Dr. Thomas Light ahs and nods slowly, "A pity. Bomb Man wasn't created for needless destruction." He shakes his head sadly.
Danny Daniels eyes Twila then shrugs. "Shopping? Seemed more like blowing up to me, but then, I'm new here." He fires off a quick grin.
Twila Peterson adds, "Well...when I was last here anyway." She doesn't feel the need to add that Enker kinda...sorta...maybe recognized her and decided to give her some trouble several days after. No...wouldn't be good to bring that up. "Well, ok...blowing up then...although...they may have differing versions of it." She offers a shrug towards the art student and flickers a glance towards Light, wondering idly if Bomb Man was of the orginal Masters or not, offering him a sympathetic glance.
Danny Daniels has gone silent and when he finally speaks it's to ask a question. "Doctor Light? Now, I think I've heard of you somewhere..."
Dr. Thomas Light waves his hand dismissively, "Oh, I've been on the news once or twice. Nothing important. So tell me, what were you young people about to do? If I'm interrupting, I can talk to Twila later."
Twila Peterson comments, "Actually, Danny and I were just having a chat seeing how each was doing." Nothing big. Not as if they really knew each other or where were in heavy conversation.
Danny Daniels eyes Light quietly for a few moments, then the lights come on. "Oh yeah I...." he pauses, then shrugs, thinking better of it. If the doctor doesn;t want to comment on his past, then he can;t be worried enough to push it.
Dr. Thomas Light says, "Oh, well then.. perhaps we could all get a bite to eat? I haven't had a good New York pizza in years. Oh, and it would be my treat, of course."
Danny Daniels cocks an eyebrow and has his bag over his shoulder in an instant. "hey, now that -is- generous." He grins broadly. "Pizza here good then?"
Twila Peterson blinkblinks with a grin. Pizza...now that reminds her of good ole college days. "I'm all for it." Although...since when do they have the Hut on Wall Street. "Oh, fairly good. Depends where you go. I think I know of a good place. I lived here for...well, several weeks before I...um...moved anyway." Danny Daniels shrugs. "Still getting to know the place. Anywhere's better than the college canteen I know that much."
Twila Peterson nods. "It's a few blocks from here." Not too far, but... "A cab, Doctor?" She asks, not knowing if he's up to walking the way...seeing as how he's standing.
Dr. Thomas Light says, "oh, I think these old bones could stand some use. If it's not too far and you don't mind walking a little more slowly, we can just walk."
Twila Peterson replies with, "About 3 blocks if memory serves me right and...don't worry about the other. You're talking with someone who's just over 5 feet. Short legs."
Danny Daniels looks Twila and Light up and down a few moment then shrugs. "And I'm carrying a bag," he says rather lamely.
Dr. Thomas Light chuckles, "All right. Then lead the way, Twila."
Dr. Wily walks down the street in his classic Mr. X. disguise as he heads down. "This city shall be mine," he says, "I think I'll turn it into a grand Master plant. Yes, that is good... With Mega Man's corpse as the first raw materials for it. Bwahahahahah."
Danny Daniels ignores the manic chuckling. It's amazing how many people do. ;)
Dr. Thomas Light turns his head as he hears a somewhat familiar evil laugh. Oh well, probably just another mental patient wandering the street.
[OOC] Twila Peterson wonders how close to an assumption that is? :) [OOC] Dr. Thomas Light refrains from comment
Twila Peterson smirks a little at Danny before turning towards the direction of the said cafe. Of course...it would help if there weren't as much of a crowd at thos hour. But, hopefully it will thin out some as she leads the two, down the sidewalk. "You come to New York often, Doctor?"
Danny Daniels trails after the pair, listening disinterestedly to their conversation as he rumages through his bag to make sure he didn;t lose any of his CDs when it broke earlier.
Dr. Thomas Light hobbles along, actually at a little faster pace than you might have expected. "Oh, when I was younger I came here quie often. Lived here for a few years when I was doing research. But I didn't get out much back then. It was back before Repliforce had been created and there were a lot of political troubles. Terrorists and so forth."
Dr. Wily continues down the street and passes Light and company when he stops to a halt. His head performs a classic 180 degree turn ala Looney Tunes as he looks back at the group. His face turns bright purple with seething hatred as he recognizes the sole member of the group. "It's Light," he growls in his wizened voice. "No doubt he is stalking me, but the tables have turned! Now the hunter becomes the hunted." Wily turns the rest of his body around and heads after the group, snatching a paper from a paperboy and holding it in front of his face as he walks down the street.
Danny Daniels curses and halts, dropping his bag onto the sidewalk - incidentally straight in Wily's path - as he darts back to pick up a lost Cd that lies forlornly where he and Twila were just standing.
Dr. Thomas Light continues to ramble about how New York was even dirtier and filled with crime back then than it is now, which is hard to believe, as they walk. He doesn't notice the mad scientist with newspaper and Groucho glasses behind him, as that would ruin the fun.
Twila Peterson doesn't notice at the moment that they may be being followed by a certain madman. "Suppose that would mean you wouldn't have gotten out that much." And wasn't that during the period Rock and Roll were forced to be shut down? However, she does notice Danny stopping to retrieve something else that fell. "Are you certain that bag is going to hold up?"
Danny Daniels bends down to pick up his CD just as Wiley comes up behind him, paper in front of his face.
Dr. Wily continues walking and suddenly TRIPS right over the citizen, falling over him. Wily sputters, "Why you insolent moron! I shall have your encased in gold and used as my personal lawn gnome for that!" He stands up and grabs his cane. "And then I shall--er..." He stops, and instantly picks up his newspaper, covering his face. "And then I shall apologize for not looking where I was going," he says, attempting to cover himself up.
Twila Peterson blinkblinks to try and help Danny up from the incident. "You...both altright?" she asks hesitantly.
Dr. Thomas Light begins to answer Twila, "Well, I didn't have much money back then and didn't live in a very good-" he cuts off at the outburst and looks back, frowning. "Now then, what seems to be the prob....lem..?" He trails off uncertainly as he peers at the stranger, "Hmmm..."
Dr. Wily keeps the newspaper to his face, forcing a laugh at his own hated enemy. "Yes, yes. Quite alright, Miss," he says, forcing a sense of politeness here. He says, "I was, eh, simply not looking where I was going and accidentally tripped over this young lad... I assure you we're both fine.... Now all of you run along, I'm sorry to have kept you busy...."
Danny Daniels straightens up just in time to see Wily go leapfrogging over his back to land in a heap. He erks with surprise, then grabs Wily's hand to help pull him up. "Sorry about that, mate," he says brightly, then falls silent and gives Wily a sidewise look, flicking his attention between the Doctors.
Twila Peterson glances between the three men and manages, "Well, at least no one was hurt..."
Danny Daniels looks down at the pavement with horror, where one of his CDs sits with Wily's big footprint in the middle of it. "Ugh!" he yelps.
Dr. Thomas Light hmms, drumming his fingers on the top of his cane. That rude man is strangely familiar... but Light can't quite place it. The possibility of his arch rival wandering around New York in broad daylight and following them quite simply doesn't occur to Light.
Twila Peterson reaches down to pick up Danny's CD for him...since she's short and closer to the ground anyway. "Here...um..." Feeling the situation become awkward she states, "Maybe...we just better get going?"
Danny Daniels bends slowly and picks up his CD with the look of someone who's just seen his cat run over by a steamroller. Shards break off in his hand and flake to the floor and his expression grows even more wide eyed.
Dr. Thomas Light squints at Wily one last time, but nods to Twila, "Yes, I am getting a little hungry."
Dr. Wily nods. "Then go on! Go on! Don't let me keep you!" he says, not even poking his face from the paper.
Dr. Thomas Light says, "Er, perhaps we can repair that, Danny. I'm sure I could run it through my computer back at the lab."
Twila Peterson stands back up as the young man reaches for his prize first. "Uh...yeah...sure..." finding this to be strange...to say the least. She then turns to Light and Danny silently as he mourns the loss of his CD. "You ok?"
Danny Daniels is too deep in shock to answer. He stares at Wily in shocked silence, then rubs his nose tearfully.
Twila Peterson .oO(Or...maybe not so ok...)Oo.
Dr. Thomas Light pats Danny on the shoulder, being all fatherly and junk. "Come on, young man. We can fix it... I've rebuilt much more complex things that have been much more badly damaged."
Danny Daniels eyes narrow slightly and he drops the remains of his CD into his bag, giving Wily a fearsome scowl. "Watch your bloody step next time," he growls and turns to follow Light and Twila. "Took me six years to find that bleeding CD. it's a collectors edition!"
Dr. Wily casually begins to try and scoot away from the group, but keeping himself within earshot. "That impudent welp," he mutters, "I shall deal with him soon enough... Like all of them..."
Dr. Thomas Light suddenly oofs, "Um... how far is that pizza parlor?" Dr. Thomas Light whispers: 'I'm afraid I need the use of the facilities.. rather urgently.'.
Twila Peterson .oO(Such as a certain son of yours only a few days ago?)Oo. she thinks idly before simply nods, not really knowing what to do know as she attempts to lead the two on. "Light stated he could maybe repair it." She then answers Light, "3 blocks." She then lowers her voice to a whisper... You whisper 'I know of a place nearby we can stop before then.' to Dr. Thomas Light.
<Soon...>
Dr. Thomas Light wanders out of the department store, carrying a small shopping bag and looking much more relieved.
Twila Peterson waits for the kindly doctor to finish what he needs to do while Danny has already left to continue with what he had been doing when he and Twila met up. She smiles towards him as they continue towards the pizza place. "Danny had to take leave so..." she lets it trail off. "What...did you wish to speak to me about?"
Dr. Thomas Light digs in the shopping bag and holds up a tacky Hawaiian shirt with a grin. "Sorry it took so long, this little jewel caught my eye. Couldn't resist..." He starts walking with Twila. "Well, I have noticed of course how close you and Rock have become. I'm old, not blind.." he chuckles a little nervously, then continues. "I know you two are... dating... but I couldn't help but notice something else... a small metallic, circular thing.." he trails off meaningfully.
Twila Peterson smirks somewhat towards the shirt...politely refraining from making comment on his taste...not that she would anyway. Hey, she didn't make mention to Danny about *his* attire. When the Doctor brings up the engagement she offers a shy smile as she glances down at the ring Rock gave her the night he proposed. "We...did...tell you of the engagement..." she offers gently, wondering if the doctor had merely forgot when they had.
New York - Southern Downtown As you head into Southern Downtown New York, you see nothing but the fanciest, most expensive stores. Over the years, the rich and classy migrated to the southern frings of New York, tending to build large, luxurious condiminiums and townhouses that stretch up as high as some of the skyscrapers in the other sections of new york. Most of the hovercars you see around are fancy, new stretch hovercars, and it makes the traffic look almost all alike. Tiffany's, Frederick's of Hollywood and other top name designers are in evidence here as there are multiple billboards and advertisement screens all over this part of the city.
Dr. Thomas Light puffs lightly as they finally reach the pizza place. He waits to reply to Twila until they're seated, "I uh... suppose you did, but I must admit it had slipped my mind." He pauses to order some coffee.
Twila Peterson orders a medium Pepsi for herself while the waitress lets them work on exactly what type of pizza they would like. "Well...alot of things have gone on within the past few months," she notes as she flickers a glance towards the menu, wondering how he feels regarding the engagement. Initially he seemed to be happy about it. However, that may have been before the announcement would have struck with it's full meaning.
Dr. Wily has been following Light and Co for awhile now, and slips into the pizza parlor, taking a seat by the door. He keep the newspaper to his face and continues to watch his pathetic rival. A waiter comes up to him and says, "And what could you like sir?" Wily looks impatiently at the waiter and says, "Away peasant! I have no time for you and this inedible source of cardboard you call food." The waiter blinks at the strange old man and walks off. "Someone's going to get a roach in their coffee," he mutters as he stalks away from Wily.
Dr. Thomas Light peers at the menu... avocado and jalapeno with rutabega sauce? What ever happened to plain pepperoni? He murmurs, "Um, order what you like, my dear. I'll eat pretty much anything." He pats her on the hand awkwardly, "Indeed they have, a very busy time. I merely wanted to make sure you are both happy with this situation. I know it's not really any of my business, but I wonder if you've both fully thought through the enormity of what this decision might entail."
Dr. Wily continues to watch Light, as several waiters huddle behind the cash register and start talking about the old man behind his back.
Dr. Thomas Light glances around again, getting the feeling that he's being watched. He doesn't see anything, though, and turns his attention back to Twila.
The young woman nods, deciding what she'll order. She would order a doublt cheese and pepperoni...but takes the doctor's older stomach into account, not wanting for the food to upset him. "There are...still a few things Rock and I need to work out." Something that's becoming apparent more and more it seems. "But I know there are quite a few issues that need to be considered. Human and reploid differnces for one and how work them out...as well as his current occupation and how that will affect the two of us once we're joined. I've thought alot about it."
Dr. Wily continues to watch Light until finally the manager comes up to him and says, "Sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave.. You're scaring our staff." Wily doesn't look up, and the manager persists. Finally, Wily reaches for his cane, tapping it a bit on the ground and lets the manager get a few more words in and then he CLOCKS the store owner upside the head with the top of his cane. "Do not persist to tell me what I can and cannot do!" he announces as the manager does about three spins and collapses out could on the floor. "I am the greatest mind on this pitiful planet and I do not need a mere lap dog such as you to tell me what to do! Bwahahahahahahaha!"
Twila Peterson pauses as the waitress returns and requests a simple small cheese and pepporoni pizza so it won't become as greasy as she would have ordered before noticing the doctors slight distraction with a blink.
Dr. Thomas Light nods slowly and heaves a sigh. "I... there's also another matter. The matter of...biology. You and Rock...could not have...a human family." He frowns, and hurries to add, "Of course, you would be welcomed into our-" he looks around at the disturbance and sees the same stupid get-up. Finally, it all clicks. The disguise, the cheesy pronouncements, the evil laughter. He stands up quickly and blinks, "Albert!?"
Twila Peterson had her mouth open to speak more on the topic at hand to anser Light that the matter of a family was already being discussed between the two of them...but is cut off by a slight disturbance within one of the other booths. She glances towards where the doctor is focused and just...stares, Twila Peterson doesn't quite recognize the other doctor as of yet, having only seen him within news reports and the like...and certainly not referred to by his first name. "Who...?"
Dr. Wily stops his maniacal laughter and turns to sneer at Light. "Yes, it is I! The great Dr. Albert Wily!" he says, leaping onto a table and waving his cane. "I have been following you around all morning!" he says shedding his disguise, "And your dull mind could not even see through such a pale disguise! You're getting even more senile than usual, Light!"
Dr. Thomas Light frowns, shaking his big Santa head. "I should known only you could unintentionally ruin a young man's day with a single step of your big foot, Wily. What do you want, Albert? I suppose you have some new mechanical monstrosity in your pocket to blow up more innocent people." Light grins, "Or are you just happy to see me?"
Twila Peterson then notices the "who" several moments later. .oO(Oh, boy. *The* Wily??)Oo. her thoughts trail as Wily steps onto the table's surface, making a spectacle of himself. Unsure of what to do, she merely sits within her seat...but readying herself to hop to her feet should she soon need to.
Dr. Wily cackles, stepping down and saying, "What do I want!? I want you to admit that /I/ am your intellectual superior. I want to rule the world, and turn it into a pristine age of technology, ruled by MY iron fist! The age of Wily! It shall reign supreme in the history of the world. And when my greatest creation, Bass, has crushed your pitiful tinkertoy of a blue bomber into his composite atoms, THEN you shall admit that I am your intellectual superior! BWAhahahahahahaha!"
Twila Peterson furrows her brow as the mad scietist gloats. Gloating...must be within the job discription of any villian. Her face screw itself a little as she stands away form her seat as well...not saying a word. But her features speak volumes. She never was able to mask her feelings al too well when she felt a bit irked.
Dr. Thomas Light leans on his cane during the tirade, looking terribly unimpressed. He has, after all, gone through this many times before. "How many times do I have to tell you, Wily? This isn't a contest.. I'm not superior to you anymore than you are superior to me. You are a brilliant scientist, but I cannot allow you to accomplish your twisted goals. I feel sorry for you, really. So deluded, if you hadn't stolen my work and turned it against the world, we could have accomplished some truly miraculous things together."
Dr. Wily laughs and jabs a finger on Light's nose. "Bah, you're only saying that because you feel undermined by my power!" he says, "Your days are numbered Light, and when that happens, I shall take back all those technological secrets that you pilfered from me all those years ago!" Wily cackles some more and says, "And when that happens, all of humanity shall bow before the Great Dr. Albert Wily, for I am the unquestioned and destined ruler of the entire human race!"
Dr. Thomas Light pokes his head back, out of finger's reach, and rubs his nose. "Nonsense. You're just another madman who will be brought to justice soon enough. And you will be remembered in history, but as an evil man, Albert. Like Hitler of World War II, or Xiang of the Sino Uprising. Is that really what you want?"
.oO(He really *is* as mad as the others said...)Oo. the young woman muses silently to herself while standing there. Then, remembering the last place Wily was seen he also had some of his Master with him she leans towards Light slightly, lowering her voice. You whisper 'Maybe we better just get back home...' to Dr. Thomas Light.
Dr. Thomas Light whispers: 'Yes, maybe we should call Repliforce. Who knows what mischief he might cause?'.
Dr. Wily bahs, and waves his cane at Light. "I am not like those deluded fools. They used MEN of weak flesh and bone to do their work! I shall use the strong metal of my Robot Masters to create a Utopia for anyone who wishes to follow MY superior will! I am not out for genocide, merely to rule an entire planet and it's resources! You are the deluded one, you sanctimonious hack. Stealing my designs was your first mistake, but then not using them as I have has been your second! Soon Light, soon the world shall know the truth, and I shall be embraced as their beloved ruler, while you rot away in the history books as the world's greatest and mores deplorable thief!"
Twila Peterson offers a quiet nod in reply as she attempts to move out of the booth without Wily paying much attention. His main focus of attention seems to be Dr. Light. He doesn't seem to take too much notice of her. Hopefully, it'll remain that way...maybe...
Dr. Thomas Light sighs, "Albert, you know very well that we both worked on those designs. Though I sometimes think Dr. Cain covered up for you not completing your work more than he lets on. It was no more your work alone than it was mine.. it was all of our work. But I see you are beyond reason."
Dr. Wily bahs, "And if it was, you still hogged all the glory! Lab assistant to you!? Bah, you're a mere mental pygmy to /my/ intellect, Light." He darts his eyes towards Twila. "Though I must applaud your taste in women," he notes, "You always were more lecherous than I...."
Dr. Thomas Light frowns, "Now see here, Wily. Give me one reason why I shouldn't just call Repliforce right now and have you carted away in a different kind of white coat? Twila is under my protection, and I won't have you insulting her."
Twila Peterson pauses in mid-step. Alright...maybe she did go more noticed than she thought she would have been. Um...ok. So, now what? Maybe let Light handle it? At the moment, all she can do is blink at the insane madman. And him thinking that she's desirable in anyway makes her sick to her stomach.
Twila Peterson then continues rounding the table to stand by Doctor Light and to mentally plot out a map towards the door...assuming this other one doesn't make any objections.
Dr. Wily smiles viciously at his former comrade in science and his voice lowers darkly. "Because," he says slowly, "That would bring a sour end to an epic tale. You and I, we have been at this far too long for you to let it end that simply." He laughs, placing his cane tip on the ground with an ominous metal clang, he continues, "This feud shall end as it has always meant to. In a glorious battle, with fire and brimstone reigning far down from the heavens..." His voice begins to raise as he raves, "No one shall be spared from it, and it shall be the climatic battle that should always have come! You think that each battle between Bass and Rock was horrible!? You have YET to see horrible! This battle shall be the end of it all, until one of their heads rot on a pike for ALL ETERNITY! This battle may not come today! It may not come tomorrow or anywhere near that, but then when it does, and it shall, it shall be a glorious battle that shall end in MY REIGN! over the ENTIRE PLANET! Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Wily breaks out into a loud laugh, placing his hands on his hips and continuing like some mad man.
Twila Peterson openly frowns at the display and moves her hands gently around Light's arm, the one free of the cane, and tugs lightly. "I think it better we go now..." she states in just above a whisper.
Dr. Thomas Light isn't quite sure how to respond to this insane babble, but it occurs to him that he might be able to get Wily to let something slip. Something important. "Ah, I see.. single-handedly bringing about the end of all civilization. And just how do you plan on doing this, Albert." Light makes a gesture to Twila to get out now.
Dr. Wily waves his cane at Light. "Like I said, that battle may not be for years, should you live that long, you decrepit old man," he says, feigning a vitality he hasn't had in years, "But don't worry, I shall see to it that Mega Man's parts are the first ones used to build the foundation for my new era...." And he laughs once more.
Dr. Thomas Light hmmms, "If I remember correctly, we're only a few years apart, Albert."
Dr. Wily snaps at Light with a curt, "Bah." and remains silent at that.
At first, Twila doesn't see the gesture...or maybe she does and just doesn't wish to comply. Leaving the Doctor *alone* in here with this madman. She clearly objects at first before coming to the conclusion it may be the only way for someone to call for help. Reluctantly, the girl lets go of his arm and starts heading towards the door...but not without promising in a whisper before she pulls away... You whisper 'I'll try calling for help' to Dr. Thomas Light.
Dr. Thomas Light nods to Twila and looks back at Wily, "Well, since you're already here, Albert... why not sit down and have something to eat. I imagine the catering in Skull Fortress isn't that good. Only you to eat it..."
Dr. Wily growls, "I do not have time to sit and make idiotic chat with you, Light." He snaps his cane under his arm and says, "I shall take my leave. And remember Light, that I am far superior in terms of genius and manpower. Should you side with me, tell that dear boy, what's his name...LiT is it?" He smiles, his mustache curling upwards, "I'm sure he knows how to find me. Bwahahahahah." Dr. Wily then begins to strut towards the door.
Dr. Thomas Light utters, "Maybe I'll come knocking at your door sometime soon with a basket of fruit."
Dr. Wily doesn't dignify that with an answer as he steps out and back to the Skull Fortress.