Twila@M3 - Tuesday, January 04, 2000, 7:36 PM ---------------------------------------------
Skull Fortress - Large Hallway The large, semi-circular hallway here was built keeping the high through-traffic it was going to receive, since many of the more heavily-trafficked rooms are gotten to from this area. To the west is a wide stairway leading down into the massive Auditorium rotunda, to the south, and armored hatch leading to the main transport room, where the Robot Masters can teleport themselves around the globe in a matter of seconds. Finally, to the east is the popular commons room, a steady flow of Hardhats, Joes, and Robot Masters going in and out of it. In the corner, by some sort of potted plant are a few Joes, leaning up against a wall and conversing about some inane topic.
Slash Man says, "And here's the Auditorium to the left and the Common Room to the right."
Twila Peterson moves away from the androids for a quick moment to take a peak within the other rooms to satisfy curiosity...not really needing to go within them. "Didn't....realize you fellas had a juke box here too..."
Slash Man grins "Hey, we're not just killing machines... we're people to."
Dr. Wily walks into the room, his body guard at his side, using his cane to help him into the room.
Slash Man is giving Twila a tour of the place, with AM's assistance. When he sees Dr. Wily he snaps to attention and gives a salute as he says "Good evening, sir. I trust you're well?"
The sharp edged Master is being gracious enough to show the young lady in and around the base. Twila herself had been just looking into the Commons Area before the rhythmic tapping of the cane catches her attention. As Slash straightens she pulls back from the door and gives the mad scientist and his bodyguard a small nod. "Uh...hello."
Ballade walks exactly one step behind Dr. Wily, much like a loyal hound. He's still uncomfortable with a civilian wandering around thw base with minimal supervision, but he says nothing. The Elite turns his head towards his master, "Do you wish to converse with the woman here, or in the safety of your chambers, master?"
Dr. Wily ignores Ballade and walks over to Twila briskly stopping in front of her. He smiles, smooth as buttah, and grabs her hand, kissing it lightly. "Hello, my dear," he says, letting it go. "I'd like to introduce you to Ballade, my personal bodyguard... He will be in charge of your safety as well from now on..." Wily laughs and says, "I trust my Robot Masters have helped you become comfortable?"
Twila Peterson dips her chin within response. "So far...all have them have been," she tells him. Well, it's no lie. They have all tried. But it's not as if she's ever going to be comfortable here. "Slash Man here was kind enough to be showing me around some of the castle actually." She casts another glance within Ballade's direction. She hides her true feelings of course. But...*another* one breathing down her neck? Teriffic. "That's very...kind of you to...have your bodyguard do that..."
Dr. Wily smiles at Twila and says, "But of course. One cannot even think of endangering once such as lovely as you." Wily laughs a bit and brushes the back of his hand against her cheek. "Now, is there anything you need?" he asks, "If so, my Robot Masters are ordered to help you in anyway they can..."
Slash Man mutters something like 'I wouldn't bet on Bass' so low that only Twila and someone with Enhanced Senses could hear it.
Ballade nods, "My primary directive is nearby amended to the care of you and your charming bride, meum deus," the elite says in his usual deadpan tone, although his sense of humour leaks out slightly." The bodyguard nods and attempts to arrange his hands in a social manner, but just ends up looking awkward, "It...is...uh...a pleasure to meet you...mistress." Wily didn't build him for social interaction. He extends a hand to the human, he's pretty sure that this is the customary greeting ceremony...that or devouring the still beating heart of a virgin... Ballade isn't really up on these things.
Twila Peterson sets her jaw as she feels his skin against hers, but tolerates it for now. "Well, I--I..." But she is mercifully/unmercifully saved by the bodyguard. She extends her free hand to him, although somewhat hesitantly. "And you too, Ballade," she says before turning to Wily, wondering what in the heck she's supposed to say to him. "Uh...you mentioned marriage the other night. Uh...when...I mean what date of that were you...thinking?
Astro Man just watches quietly, he's just confused about the whole thing, certain factors don't add up for our space faring Robot Master.
Dr. Wily attempts a rather charming smile. As for whether he succeeds or not will depend on Twila's reaction. "Well, with all the other planned events and what not within my grand city of Robotropolis, I could only set the date a week from yesterday," he says, smiling. "I know the wait will be hard, but of course, I'm sure it'll give you plenty of time to get yourself assituated..." Wily snaps, as he suddenly remembering, "You have been properly settled yes? My Robot Masters have taken you out for clothes and whatnot?"
Ballade is now very confused. He wasn't expecting her to extend her hand back. He looks around and finds a hard-hat on the floor. Perhaps a ritual exchange of gifts is the next step. He picks the tiny met up and places it in her palm, "Uh... here." The ritual, hopefully complete, Ballade returns to his place next to Wily.
The tiny hardhat squeaks in protest.
Slash Man whispers: 'C'mon... /please/ let Bass just /try/ and take a shot at her... after all he's done, he deserves to get beaten down.'
Slash Man mentions "Ballade, you're supposed to clasp hands... firmly but not enough to be painful."
Twila Peterson intakes a sharp breath in surprise matching, or perhaps surpassing, her new bodyguard as the Hardhat is offered to her. She simply stares at the little thing a full minute or two before being able to answer the doctor. "I...actually...one of them came up earlier to offer a change until I was ready to...go out. But...other than that...no. This is the first time I was out of the room since last night..."
Slash Man says, "I was going to escort madam out after I completed the tour of the facilities."
Dr. Wily ahs and nods in understanding. "Ah, I see...well...allow me to get you some chaperones. Just in case. You never know when one of my enemies may strike at you to get to me," he says, "But such is the life of being the bride of the most renowned doctor on the planet. BWahahahahahahahaha!" Wily reaches into his pocket and pulls forth a radio.
Slash Man transforms back to his normal form after saying "Sir, I'm afraid I must return to my patrol duties... if you will excuse my departure?"
Astro Man says, "Perhaps I should see about some personal quarters here too, when I'm not stationed on the communication satellite."
Slash Man bows extravagantly again to Twila, much more impressive this time with the flashing steel on each arm, as he says "I look forward to our next meeting with great joy," before exiting to the transporter.
Bomb Man walks in, a little straighter than normal. After all, he has been summoned by Doctor Wily.
Astro Man says, "I haven't been able to sleep there after that unexpected visit from the biggest Stardroid I have ever seen." Astro Man waves his arms franticly, "He was big enough to hold my stellar home in the palm of his hand!"
Crash Man steps off the transporter with Bomb, saluting that mock-Repliforce salute as they approach the others.
Twila Peterson idly looks down at the little Hardhat within her hands, all the while thinking Kyo-Ohki is far cuter. She breaths a small sigh perhaps to something akin to homesickness before gently lowering the mech back down to the floor, letting him scurry off to where he wills. She straightens upon seeing the two others come near the group...
Dr. Wily nods as Bomb Man and Crash Man enter. "You two are to escort Ms. Peterson into the city," he says, "And take her out shopping. Here.." Wily fishes into his pocket and pulls out his Visa and hands it to Twila. "That has a billion dollar limit on it," he comments, tapping his cane. He looks over at Crash and Bomb. "Take her anywhere she desires, so long as it's within the city limits," he comments, "And be on your /BEST/ behavior." He narrows his eyes at the two for emphasis. "I have some business to attend to, but I shall join you three shortly..."
Astro Man says, "Anything you request of me, doctor?"
Ballade goes directly back to his macho soldier boy routine. He falls in behind Wily and calmly asks, "Is there anything I can retrieve for you from your old home, maddame? Possessions you desire or require? If that is acceptable to you, doctor?" the elite offers a quick salute to the doc.
Crash Man glances at Bomb for a split second before nodding to Wily. "Aye sir. Best behavior, sir. Of course." He grins and bows to Twila. [OOC] Crash Man gyahs at Bomb.
Dr. Wily nods to Ballade. "If Ms. Peterson wishes it to be so...tho I think Snake Man is best suited for the job."
Dr. Wily looks over at Astro Man. "Astro Man, return to your post....
Twila Peterson ummms at Ballade, not knowing exactly what to make of his question. She takes the Visa, eyeing it through widened eyes. "If...someone could let them know that...I'm alright...or something? Last night may have then...somewhat concerned." It was just a tad overly dramatic.
Bomb Man raises an eyebrow when he sees Twila, otherwise not acknowleging her. He nods to Wily. "Bomb Man reporting, Doctor Wily."
Astro Man salutes, and hovers off.
Twila Peterson wouldn't also mind letting her friends know that they have a limited time table to work with...such as possibly...a week??? Before she's to be married...or something...
Ballade nods, "I believe such a feet can be accomplished over a monitored radio network. You are free to make one supervised broadcast, lady." Ballade turns to Wily, "I would speak with you in private, master."
Twila Peterson breaths a sigh in relief. "Ok." Well...one private broadcast is better than none at least. Best to work with what she can...
Dr. Wily nods and leads Ballade to his private room. "This way, Ballade.." Dr. Wily has left. Ballade has left.
Bomb Man watches them leave. Then he turns to Twila. "Welcome to Skull Fortress."
Crash Man watches Doc leave, then nods to Twila. "Yeh, welcome. Enjoyin' the stay?" He grins, folding his arms.
Twila Peterson glances over as the two depart, leaving her with the other two Masters. "It's...an experiance if...nothing else. So...we wait for the Doctor and Ballade or...do we go outside...now?" she asks, uncertain.
Bomb Man shrugs and looks at Crash. "Doctor Wily said as long as she had an escort she was free to go wherever . . ."
Crash Man nods. "Long as she stayed within the city. So whatever you'd like to do, Miz Peterson, though I'd suggest taking advantage of the spending power you got right now..."
Bomb Man nods. "Nice round of shopping would help you fit right in, I'd say." He quirks an eyebrow at Crash, grinning.
Twila Peterson pockets the credit card. "Yeah. I would feel better tho it...I could make that supervised call as soon as possible. I don't want my friends being too worried. Not when I'm under good care..."
Bomb Man smiles kindly. "And you are. Whatever else we may be, when Doctor Wily says treat someone well we do."
Crash Man nods, scratching his chin. "What he said." He grins. "So I don't see no reason why not."
Twila Peterson returns the smile. "Ok. Where...would I...make the call then?" Twila Peterson tries to appear rather innocent. And since thecall is to be monitored...she won't be able to do anything that will...bring undue attention...
Bomb Man smiles. "There's phones all around Robotopolis ...and the fresh air will probably do you good."
Twila Peterson shrugs. "OK. Sounds good. I'm ready. Just...show me the way. Easy...to get lost in here..."
Crash Man nods, "Alrighty. Lead on, B-man." He leans against the wall, sweeping an arm towards the transporter.
<Soon...>
Robotropolis - Commercial District This is the commercial area of Robotropolis, the nerve center of this paradise's economy. The stock exchange lies in the center of the district, stock brokers and accounting Reploids pumping money as the lifeblood of the city. Shopping centers, restaurants and other personal business areas laying about the area. The city seems to be quite prosperous in this area, with most of it's citizens walking or driving through the streets with large smiles and a sense of serenity plastered on their faces. Yes, this area of the town is alive with the sound of commerce being performed, showing how stable Robotropolis is now and for centuries to come.
Crash Man hums, scritching at a spot on his visor as he walks with Twila and Bomb. If and when the other RM catches up. "There's always the mall, though I dunno what state it's in since the bombing..."
Bass, on the other hand, leaves just no mistake about who he is, as he strides purposefully through the city. He much prefers leaving his armored form out for all to recognize anyway. There's a certain satisfaction from the respect..and fear one of his own standing demands. Or rather emits. His eyes narrow just a bit as he spots someone else not all that far off, namely....a certain red head, though her android escort is all but ignored. Ah......
Twila Peterson pauses. "Bombing?" Oh...right. "I remember hearing something about that..." she muses before adding. "Where...is the mall anyway? What...direction?"
Michael Eildath sees Robot Masters... and Bass. He casually turns to see what brings all of the boys out... hopefully not after him. He can't imagine getting a hotel room might break his cover.
Crash Man humns, looking around. "Yeh. Over that way, I think." He points at a massive building not too far away.
Bass ponders something for a moment, considering his options, then dismissing them. He'll have his chance to address her at a later date. Though he -does- stop where he is to cross his arms over his chest, glare seeming to cut right through the crowds as he watches the small group moving along......
Bomb Man walks in, apparently casual. Appearances can be deceiving.
Twila Peterson turns her gaze towards wherever Crash is pointing. Well, doesn't look *too* bad. But, one can never tell, not at this distance. "Oh," she states, sounding a wee disappointed. "Any other ideas? I...wouldn't know where to look."
Crash Man shrugs, "Mosta the stores and such are right around here. Shouldn't be too hard to find a place you like." He looks over at Bomb. "Any ideas?"
Bomb Man shrugs. "I seem to remember you liking a little book shop in San Angeles ...I think there's one ..." He looks around, walking down the street, then points. "Right there."
Michael Eildath blinks. . o O (Omigod, that's...) He alters his course, walking a little closer to the Masters (but not close enough to seem suspicious), to make sure he's seeing what he's seeing.
Twila Peterson then halts within her step...having the strangest feeling she's...being watched. It's not an overly comfortable feeling either, not is it a surprising one. She is being watched...by two Masters and who knows who else. But, this is different. Still, she tries to push down the reaction as best as she can. Her eyes pass over Bass, and a stare lingers there for a moment as she glimpses hi, She tears her eyes away and offers a nod to Bomb Man. "Uh...ok. But...the clothing store next too it...will prolly be more helpful...right now..."
Crash Man is oblivious to anything, doncha know. "Well, then, after you, Miz P."
Michael Eildath doesn't react. He /was/ a cop, after all, and wouldn't give himself away. Noting she's going into a clothing store, he looks for a place nearby that'd be interesting for someone like him, since why would someone who dresses in all black go to a regular clothing store?
Twila Peterson smirks. "Hope you two don't mind ladies' clothing all that much," she states before heading towards the store with the two in tow. Inwardly, she keeps tabs of what she sees, hoping that sometime soon it may come in handy... Bass tilts his head, continuing to watch the group for a moment longer, before he finally turns just enough to lean his back against the wall behind them, intent on letting them have their fun....for the moment. He'll address the newcomer when the time comes.
Bomb Man chuckles. "I must say it's a new experience for me . . . but then, our orders are to make sure you have an escort at all times."
Twila Peterson ponders, "Yeah...that's something I definitely remember," even as the door opens for the three and she proceeds to step inside.
Michael Eildath thinks .oO(Escort, all times.)Oo.
Crash Man holds the door open and tilts his head. "Yeah, Bennie, go ahead." Must be someone on the comlink. Ain't technology great? "What's up? You're kidding. Some old biddy won the million dollar jackpot? I thought the odds were nil on that..." He continues to talk as he follows the others inside.
Bomb Man quirks an eyebrow and smirks at Crash, then walks in.
Bass tilts his head back, as if dismissing the presence of Twila and her escorts right now. His helmet touches the wall gently, eyes opening just enough to glare skywards, apparently lost in thought for the moment.
Twila Peterson presses her lips together, not all too surprised to see something akin to a normal store. However, she spots a public phone/communications device and starts immediately heading towards it. "Uh...ok. Um...I guess I can make that one phone call now, huh?" she asks, getting out the card. "I was told I could as long as it was monitored."
Michael Eildath goes into a trendy looking place, and looks at some of those nifty shiny black clothes, keeping a surreptitious eye on the other place. :)
Flash Man struts into the scene talking on his com. "Well apparently not, the fool is spending the money like crazy! Well, I'm going to change...I'll rendezvous with you guys shortly." The Robot Master follows Michael into the trendy looking place to buy some black clothes of his own, not realizing the person nearby.
Crash Man ehs? and looks up to Twila. "Yeah, I suppose.." Turning to keep by Twila, he listens to Bennie, and facepalms. "I said 100,000 to 1, not 1 to 100,000. Change it. I don't want to hear about another win like that anytime soon." He clicks off, looking over to Bomb.
Twila Peterson bites her lower and emits a quiet sigh as she slides the card in to pay for the call as she inputs the number for none other than Maverick Hunter Headquarters.
Bright Man appears into the area, looking about as he heads down the area, humming a bright little tune.
Bomb Man nods. "Just be careful . . . and to make sure, just tell them you're all right and not in any danger. Don't mention who's holding you." He sighed. "Of course, they'll probably suspect anyway, but that's life."
You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Seminole: "*a transmission coming into the command center* Hello? Anyone there?"
Twila Peterson gives Bomb Man a short nod. "Kinda obvious from...last night..."
Michael Eildath looks at Flash Man, nodding somewhat cordially, and turns to check the rack behind him: more black stuff. The Maverick Hunter thinks various dark thoughts, most concerning the modernized napalm bombs and incinerator rifle he had to leave at base. He selects a really tight-looking black shirt, and looks at the size tag on it.
Seminole sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*rather excited/scared* Yes Twila, it's Seminole. Are you okay?"
Bright Man walks over to the other Robot Master and perkily says, "Hey fellow Masters!? What's the haps? Is this our new Mommy?"
Michael Eildath thinks. .oO(Mommy?)Oo.
Bass drums his fingers across his forearm, glare swiveling towards where the phone call's being made. He scowls somewhat deeper, not liking it in the least. So what if she's to be treated like a queen? This dosen't click right with him right about now....
You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Seminole: "Yeah, Sem. I'm ok. And...I'm being treated fairly well. I...don't have much time to talk...and it's kinda crowded here. Sheesh, feel I have all these eyes on me."
Bomb Man shushes Bright. He still looks around warily, as well as monitoring the call.
Crash Man waves Bright off, watching Twila make the call.
Flash Man crosses his arms and strokes his chin. "Yeah Man! Black is the look, that shirt's definitely you!" He walks around to the other side and grabs every type of clothing that's black.
Twila Peterson holds in a shudder...wishing these guys would refrain from calling her *that*...
Seminole sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Good, good. You're in Robotropolis?"
Michael Eildath hehs, and shakes his head. "Whatever, dude." He keeps the shirt, however, and walks over to a counter to pay for it.
Bright Man continues to look at Twila curiously and looks at his other Robot Masters. "What?" he says plainly. "I think she's pretty. The Doc knows his women," he says, looking over Twila, his little bulbous head blinking.
Crash Man glances over at Bright, "Hush, dude..."
You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Seminole: "*giving a dismissed* Hmmm, mmm. Sem, I need to ask a favor of you. I have some old magazines up in my room. If it's not too much trouble could you send them to Robotropolis under Wily. You have until this coming Monday."
Flash Man stands in line behind Michael. While waiting to pay he notices some cool looking sunglasses, he grabs on instinctively. The cashier rings up the price and Flash Man pays, the robot master dissappears into a change room to get his disguise on.
Seminole sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "No problem... Might I ask why?"
Crash Man tilts his head, "Magazines?"
[OOC] Magazines for soon to be Brides. Twila hasn't tossed any that she had gained when she was newly engaged to Rock.
You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Seminole: "Thery're in my desk, left side, third drawer. And...you'll understand once you see them. Remember, in care of Wily. And there's less than a week."
Bass's scowl continues to deepen that much more at the display, his irritation seeming to grow as well. Though even he isn't exactly sure why. Maybe it's stress from having -her- so close......
Michael Eildath doesn't change, since he's already wearing decent clothes, but walks out to look at the conveniently placed mall map, taking mental note of the places he could be and not attract attention.
Flash Man opens the changing room door slowly, stepping out is a man wearing ALL black. shiny black boots matching with baggy dark cargo pants. His tight ebony shirt hugs the body while the long trench coat flows behind him as he walks. The sunglasses cover his eyes, to prevent people from suspecting that unnaturally eerie glow in flash man's optics. Strutting around like a fool, he exchanges a comment with everyone he passes by.
Seminole sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I'll have them there ASAP. You're sure you're okay?"
Bright Man looks over at Twila and the rest and rubs his head a bit, unsure as to what to say.
Twila Peterson gives Bright Man a small smile as she continues the small conversation.
Crash Man leans against a lightpole, shrugging to Bright as he waits for Twila to finish up.
You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Seminole: "*voice somewhat strained* Yes, I'm alright. Haven't been better. Remember...one week. *pause* I need to get out of this isle now. Take care of yourself, and...tell everyone I said hi."
Bomb Man frowns at Twila. That last part didn't sound so good...
Crash Man chuckles. "Tough break, Miz P. That would be the one thing you ain't gonna get..."
Flash Man gasps and comes to a complete halt. He stops and picks off a thread of lint on his jacket, the man smiles and continues on his way, strutting over to his comrades escorting their new guest.
Bomb Man narrows his eyes slightly. "Miss Peterson, don't try to escape, don't hope to be rescued. If your friends attack this island, they will be destroyed." He sighs. "You're here, whether you like it or not. Live with it." He smiles just slightly. "We're not so bad, once you get to know us."
Twila Peterson notably moves herself a little more out of the store's isle to avoid getting out of the way of other patrons, which is perhaps what she meant. Or it may not be. "She glances to the two Masters, confused at first. "I meant the shopping isle..." she whispers with an amused shake of the head. Whatever the case may be, Twila seems to dismiss it off handily as if it didn't matter.
Crash Man looks at Bomb, bemused and a little embarrassed. Crash Man says, "Yeah, either way. Traffic's up so much you might not get out anyway."
Bass shifts his glare to follow Flash Man's movements, then back to where Twila is. He arches one eyebrow, not able to hear the words, but watching just the same. Finally, he seems to come to some sort of decision, then pushes off from the wall.....
Twila Peterson ends the transmission, wondering if that gave any help...or not. She sighs before glancing again back towards the two...or three now that Bright Man is here. "Ok...I'm...done."
Crash Man straightens up, nodding. "Alrighty. So. Where to?"
Bomb Man frowns. "Right." He watches her suspiciously, rather obviously not buying her explanation for that last bit of the conversation . . .
Twila Peterson does her best to push it aside. Ok, maybe her ending remark to Seminole wasn't as conspicuous as she thought. Still, she just...couldn't help it. "Well, if I'm to be hear I can't very well stay within the same outfit..." she shrugs as if trying to focus somewhere. "I...don't need to try anything on...I already know my size."
Crash Man gestures to the clothing store. "All yours, Miz P. ...Yeah. Hello?" Comlink again.
Bomb Man gestures to the store. "Unlimited credit. Knock yourself out."
Bright Man shrugs and says, "In any case, fellas, I think our Mommy is the best Mommy in the whole wide world! I trust the Doc's judgement." Bright Man slaps his fist into his palm and beams at his fellow Masters. ^_^ "Ya think the Doc'll ask Bass ta give the bride away?" he says, looking about.
Michael Eildath has a seat to update his checkbook.
The voice that answers Bright Man's question probably isn't the one that anyone wanted to hear right about now. "Give the bride away? Feh....human customs that just waste time." Bass glowers at Bright Man for a moment, drawing up close to the group, then switching his attention back to Twila again. "Frankly if he wants marriage he oughta just sign the legal papers and be done with it. I couldn't care less."
"Bennie, what is it now? Ah, geez. Look, I told you to get the $300 dampeners, not the $100. Now we gotta get someone to rep- yeah, Bennie. Yeah. Look, I'm kinda busy right now. I'll deal with--what's that? Aw, man." Crash shakes his head and looks to the other RMs. "You guys keep an escort on her, eh? Doc shouldn't be -too- worried if I head off, but there's something going down at Crashers."
Michael Eildath uses his palmtop to update said checkbook, using it as an excuse for his sunglassed eyes to keep an eye on the store.
Twila Peterson comes to a stop and looks over her shoulders towards Bass as he nears the small group. "Oh...um...hi, Bass..." she states within a mumble... Flash Man struts over to Bass and Bright. He stops before them and swivels around in a nice circle to show off his new attire. "I think I'll wear it to the wedding, although it looks more appropriate for a funeral."
Bright Man looks over at Bass and raises an optic ridge at him and twiddles his fingers together. "Aw, c'mon, droopy drawers," he says, "Don't be like that. I mean, hey, at least the Doc'll be happy right?" Bright Man beams a bit and holds his hands behind his back. "I mean, c'mon, Bass, if the Doc's happy, that means he won't be keepin' so many tabs on ya."
Bass glares back at Bright Man for a long moment, his stare dangerous in it's intensity. "If Wily wants to keep tabs on me...." he growls. ".....that's his choice." He then turns back to face Twila again for a long moment, unanswering to her greeting, as he tilts his head to indicate the others. "Your duty is dismissed." he intones simply. "I'll take over as this one's......escort for now."
Quick Man comes bearing down from the city center, doing at least 400mph. The cloud of dust and annoyed people that he just *barely* dodges is easily visible and audible behind him.
Bright Man blinks at Bass and says, "B-but Doc said ta k-keep a tabs on her personally, Bass." His knees shake a bit. "I-I mean, if he found out that I left her here all by her lonesome with someone who ain't authorized, I could get inta some big big big trouble with 'em. Maybe even a nasty whack from that cane..." Bright Man whines a bit at Bass, "P-please don't make me go Bass, the Doc'll be upset...
"Not authorized.....?" Bass blinks, still staring at Twila, though his sudden expression change to a snarl is too visible to her right now. With a rapid spin, he wheels about on Bright Man, fingers seizing him by the neck and forcibly drawing him up, to stare hard into his own red pupilled eyes. "Since when.....am I considered non-authorized?" he growls into the others face. "Or have you forgotten the position I hold in these ranks?" his voice lowers, a more dangerous tone in their edge. "Perhaps you need a reminder....."
Twila Peterson takes a step back. Bass has always unnerved her to some degree, now is no different. She just watches the Masters among themselves, standing aside in silence...
Flash Man frowns as nobody makes a comment about his new outfit. "Don't trip Bass, not all of us are all that excited about this wedding as well. My feelings are mutual with yours." He looks over his shoulder to his left at Twila, staring at her for the longest time.
Quick Man screeches into place, just next to Twila. Wonderful timing, that. He carefully peers over her shoulder at Bass and Bright Man, eyes wide. "What's going on, Mrs. Wily?"
Bright Man erks and grabs his neck and eeks! His mech fluid starts rushing so fast that he performs the robotic equivalent of wetting himself as he pops a gasket on his thigh and squirts a little oil. "W-well," he begins, "The D-doc's orders d-do come before y-yours...and h-he did t-tell us to w-watch 'er..." Bright Man grabs onto Bass's hand for support and says, "P-please don't scrap me again Bass...y-y'know how fragile I am. OhpleaseOhpleaseOhpleaseOhpleaseOhpleaseOhplease."
Twila Peterson shuts her eyes tightly before opening them again. "Uh...until the wedding, Miss Peterson will do fine," she kindly tells the android who addressed her. And...disagreement over who's watching me I gather," she explains further, gesturing to bass and Bright in front of them.
Quick Man nods, slowly, as Twila explains the situation to him, briefly. "Well, that's really kinda silly, now isn't it, since the Doc just ordered me to come by and watch you myself." He takes one look at Bass, though, and continues. "I don't think stopping Bass would be a good idea for me, though. I'll wait until he's in a better mood."
Bass stares at Bright Man with something akin to disgust and annoyance. "Far as I last checked, orders were she was to have an escort at all times. And I think she certainly has one now." With a rather quick motion, he gives Bright Man's form a hard toss towards the street. "If you've got such a problem, go and talk to the old man yourself."
Bright Man EEEKS as he's thrown into the air and flies into the sky. "Look's like Team Bright Man's blasting off agaaaaaaaaain!" he shouts and hits a building and slides down it. "Owie..."
Twila Peterson would facepalm if she knew she could get away with it.
Snake Man appears from around a nearby corner. He nods to the group and yawns, showing a bunch of fangs. With a totally deadpan expression, he watches Bright go flying by and hitting the wall. After the show is over, he turns to the others. "Ssso what'sss up?"
Michael Eildath notes Snake Man from his chair, and continues to work on his palmtop.
Twila Peterson instead watches as Bright becomes airborne before answering Quick. "Oh...he did? Uh...yeah. better mood would be...better..."
Bass turns back again, shifting his glare to Quick Man's form, as if daring him to argue the same point that Bright Man just did. This lasts for a few seconds, then back to Twila again. "You had somewhere to go...?" he asks quietly, though his own tone seems to suggest that he indeed has intentions of drawing her off somewhere quieter.
Flash Man shrugs and realizes Bass wants to take the task of escorting Twila alone. No point in quarreling, it's Bass. The robot master crosses his arms and poses like a model for Snake Man, "like the new outfit?"
Twila Peterson casts a glance down and waits for a moment to try and regain her composure. "Nothing that can't...wait..." .oO(Oh dear. At least I don't have to worry about *him* calling me "Mommy)Oo. "You...had someplace you...wanted to show me?"
Snake Man says, "You look like a licorice stick."
Protoman stands atop a nearby building, as he tends to do, and observes, as he tends to do...
Quick Man smiles cheerfully, and continues to stand just behind Twila. He's either 1) not realizing the full situation, 2) committing suicide, or 3) just enjoying looking at her butt. The exact reason is left up to those thinking about this.
Let's hope it's not answer 3, considering her ex-fiancée within his brother's gettup, is observing said Robot Master as we speak. :D
Bass falls silent for a moment, nodding slowly before he begins to stride away from the store itself, leading the way along the sidewalk for now, leaving no question that he expects to be accompanied.
Michael Eildath is sitting on a bench posing as a civilian, watching the RMs scatter from Twila and Bass. The black-garbed guy appears to be watching his palmtop however: shades are cool.
Michael Eildath waits for a group of people to come along so he can get up and follow along without looking ridiculously conspicuous.
Flash Man admires himself at a nearby reflection. "You're just jealous." He pulls out a large black cowboy hat from his shopping back and places it on his head. "With or without the hat?" The Robot Master takes a few moment to anser his question. "Nah." He takes off the odd piece of attire and puts it on Snake's mis-shaped head.
Snake Man walks over to Quick and wraps his tail around his neck. "Don't get no ideasss. She'sss Wily'sss woman, remember?"
Twila Peterson utters a small sigh. She doesn't have much choice does she? With a parting glance towards Quick Man and starts heading off with the android, silently wishing now that she choose to mail order yesterday instead of wanting to go out shopping. She doesn't say much. Since Bass called for the conversation, let him be the one to start it...
Robotropolis - Industrial District Welcome, citizens of Robotropolis! This are is dedicated to keeping Robotropolis going 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Yes, this area is lined with plants that produce all the exports and products that Robotropolis has to offer, at minimum the pollution thanks to the technology of the city's savior: Dr. Albert Wily. Factories producing metal, plastics, robots and all sorts of powerful industrial products line the blocks of this area. And dead in the center lies the Power Plant, a piece of Wily technology that produces energy cheaply and efficiently. So much better than conventional energy, it doesn't cost the citizens of Robotropolis as thing to maintain their power. This area is yet another tribute to the peace and harmony that only Wily-rule can offer.
Protoman hrms as he follows along and hops a few buildings ahead, and then jumps down the side of one, completely disappearing from any type of sight or detection. Protoman transforms into Casual.
Twila Peterson brings her arms up around her almost protectively as the two continue walking. One thing she knows she needn't do is put up the front around Bass, having a pretty good feeling he can fairly well see right through it.
Bass continues to lead the way, his attention riveted straight ahead, and silent as he deliberately takes the course further and further away from the more often traveled part of town. Indeed, even the sidewalk eventually evolves into a walkway that stretches far over a line of quiet factory complexes, running on their automated systems 24 hours a day. With a slight movement, the ebony clad figure hooks his hands behind his back as he continues to walk. "Well then?" he intones simply, expecting some sort of answer.
Michael Eildath's cover gives out surprisingly quickly, and he just walks as though he were going somewhere... not slowing suspiciously or even looking in the pair's direction.
Twila Peterson knits her brows together. "Well what?" comes the question.
A young blond man suddenly comes walks out from a near by corner, looking off into seemingly nowhere and runs into both Bass and Twila, he gaks and bounces off of Bass a tad, which knocks him into Twila slightly. He erks and a few moments later backs away and says, "Sorry bout that... won't ever happen again..."
Protoman gave you Microtransmitter. A very tiny radio device, that has but one, highly encrypted, high frequency radio signal...wonder who it could go to? Heehee :D
Bass shifts his gaze just enough to spare Twila the most casual of glances, before returning his eyes forward again. "You don't actually intend on going through with this marriage do you?" he returns, reciting it as if he were asking about how she plans to wear her hair. "I'd like to think I've learned enough about you that...." His voice is suddenly cut off as the interloper bumps into him, turning into a snarl of sorts as he glares at the other. His right hand raises reflexively, as if to move and choke the life out of him.....but it hesitates there for a moment. Wily tends to be upset about open violence with the citizens after all. Instead, he seizes him by the front of his shirt and hauls him close, glaring for a moment. "Next time....I won't forgive so easily...." he growls, before giving another hard toss to the side, to send him on his way. It's now that it's time to see how good his acting skills are. ;)
The young man does his best to act afraid of Bass, which isn't really all that hard, because he is terrified of being noticed right now, but one would assume it's a rather decent effort, as he hits the ground he scrambles to his feet and starts to run off. "Man, to heck with his place! I'm moving back to Wisconsin!"
Twila Peterson oofs as she stumbles a bit before being able to be steady herself. Her mouth opens as if to state something. But whatever she was going to say is quickly wiped as something slides itself within her hand. *Whatever* it is she'll have to look later. For now...she slides her hand to deposit the thing within her jeans pocket and leaves her hand there as if making a casual gesture...nothing more. She back towards the individual who stumbled into the two, not answering Bass right off hand.
Michael Eildath blinks, and heads after the guy, mainly to see if he's okay, since people usually don't head down alleyways.
Twila Peterson is, of course, unable to offer anything more than this to him as he disappears from sight. Not being able to hide her disapproval so easily now she then shifts focus back to Bass. "You were saying before?"
Protoman, back within his armor, climbs back atop a rooftop and casts one last gaze towards Twila and sighs to himself. "I'm sorry...you were right...I'm never there when I need to be..." He turns away and hops down a few more rooftops, into a different area of the city.
Michael Eildath blinks, not finding him. .oO (Where'd he go?)Oo.
Bass glares after for a long moment, his eyes sliding over to Twila, then back forward again as he resumes his previous pace. "What I was -referring- to...." he growls, continuing on his previous path of talk. ".....was your intentions. It's no secret...." He turns to face her fully, coming up short. "You don't like being here......and I don't like your being here anymore than you do." he stares for a long moment, before continuing. "Frankly, I want to know what Wily's said to you.......or asked you so far."
Twila Peterson takes a deep breath. "Basically, he's placed me under Ballade's care just as Wily himself is. He stated that lower ranking Masters were to play to my whim. And...he stated that the 'wedding' was slated for this upcoming Monday."
Twila Peterson takes a deep breath. "Basically, he's placed me under Ballade's care just as Wily himself is. He stated that lower ranking Masters were to play to my whim. And..." she pauses with distaste, "...he stated that the 'wedding' was slated for this upcoming Monday."
Bass merely falls silent at first, staring ahead thoughtfully. "Mrs Albert Wily..." he snorts, shaking his head and actually turning his expression to an amused one. "Frankly there's many things on this planet that are impossible, and I would rank that up amongst them."
Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow as she starts walking again. "Well, one thing I'll say...hardly anything gets by you does it?"
Bass hmmmms quietly. "I tend to be more observant than one may give credit for." his mouth quirks upwards just a bit. "Much like the so recent passing on of whatever it is you have in your pocket..."
Twila Peterson is forced to concede to that. "At least you're not calling me 'Mommy'. One good thing..." she says with a small sulk.
Bass stares again at Twila for a long moment, before making a dismissive motion and beginning to walk again. "Believe me....I don't even go anywhere near calling him 'papa'," he states. "I won't mince words, since there's no point. I want you out of here at the first opportunity. Since killing you is out of the question....." he shrugs slightly. "....it appears as if you're going to have to rely on your friends once again." he stares straight ahead as he continues to speak. "No doubt you've gotten word to them, perhaps through an anonymous phone call of some sort. Hrm....?"
Twila Peterson ulps and seems taken aback by that...before righting herself again. "Perhaps..." she muses, not really wanting to offer any more to this character than she must. She moves her hand almost protectively within her pocket while her other fist tightens. "Point made."
Twila Peterson allows herself to frown. "Old human phrase: No prison walls does a cell make, nor iron bars a cage. Think it sums it up rather well, don't you?"
"I wouldn't know about restraint..." Bass intones without hiding his amusement. "After all, there -are- perks to having free run of the place." He then tilts his head back to Twila again. "I heard that the....engagement was broken up." he states this casually, with no real care for any wounds it may re-open. "Perhaps I was mistaken about the head on your shoulders...."
Twila Peterson catches her breath as, indeed, a wound is reopened. "That isn't any of your business," she bluntly informs him.
Bass returns just as bluntly. "If it concerns any aspect of him, then I make it my business." he tilts his head to the side again, glaring at her for a moment, "Whether others like it or not." His eyes return forward again, as he continues to walk with his hands behind his back. "Quite frankly I was beginning to become concerned about his performance on the battlefield. Like he had nothing left to give anymore...." he falls silent for a moment. "...I certainly hope you haven't left any permanent scars in this...."
Twila Peterson halts within her step and merely stays were she is, staring hard at his back. "Bass, life is life. He knows that and I know that. And whatever you say or think you know about it won't ever change it.
Bass pauses as well, staring straight ahead at first, then slowly turning back to face her again, as if pondering her words. "I certainly hope so..." he says quietly. "For your sake. If I discovered he suddenly didn't have it in him to fight anymore, I might be hard pressed to turn my ...displeasure on a certain someone. No matter how futile the gesture may appear." He stares long and hard again, before straightening up and gesturing to the rest of the city. "I don't think there's much to concern oneself with however. He's come out from much worse, so I don't worry about this now."
Twila Peterson grunts, "You make love sound as if it is a rather bad thing, Bass."
"It's a critical weakness..." Bass states simply, raising a thumb to jerk at his own chest. "One which I am without. Although I'd like to think that was obvious." his eyes narrow then for a moment, "This sentiment merely turns one into a paler form of what they used to be. The mightiest warrior..." he raises a clenched fist. "....can be turned into little more than a babbling idiot within moments. Hardly what I'd call something beneficial, yet so many fools still fall for it." He shakes his head then. "If that's the way they want it, then I won't tell them otherwise. If they're so anxious to throw their strength away, then those who are stronger should be more than satisfied with taking over."
Twila Peterson refrains from rolling her eyes at Bass's outburst. "It can. Or it can bring two half into one whole. There are differnt types of love to be found Bass. Some are good...some or not. Sometimes it just takes awhile to find the right one." After a pause she says, "At least Rock knows he's an individual who has been loved, who is loved, and will be loved. He's not just some sort of walking gun who lives his life as a living weapon."
Bass stares at Twila again, seemingly trying to somehow process her words into his mind, and finding nothing. Rather than those individuals who somewhere, deep down, desire that which their rival has.....this android is far different. "I have no desire for that which he indulges in." he states curtly. "And frankly, I see it only as something to be exploited. But also something that will corrupt those who I choose to overcome. It's a nuisance, and an annoyance....." he allows a slight smirk to creep back onto his features again for a moment as he straightens. "...though it's an effective set of reins to use on someone....."
Twila Peterson utters a sigh as she turns away from him momentarily. "And what's *that* supposed to mean?"
Bass gestures with one hand, apparently finding amusement in her discomfort. "Why the ease with which one can manipulate another...." he tilts his head to one side. "Simply by pulling a few strings, or manipulating those that they have feelings for...." he chuckles, then shrugs. "After all, won't someone fight their hardest if in the defense of their loved ones? People like you make my job -too- easy..."
Twila Peterson tightly shuts her eyes and keeps them closed for several long moments as her hands drop back to her sides and ball them into fists. She remains quiet for some time before being able to speak again. "Maybe so, Bass," she manages. "But someday you might find your cruel ruthless little play turned against you."
Bass tilts his head to the side, his expression of amusement bleeding from his features, to simply one of cold, hard anticipation. "That's exactly what I want...." he returns. ".....the hardest anyone will ever fight back, so I can overcome them and crush them where they stand." he clenches his right hand into a tight fist, and finally straightens again. "But I don't expect you to understand. You still cling to that idea that you call hope." He snorts once, then gestures to continue walking, beginning to swing their way back towards the city itself. "In theend we'll see just what happens...in the end."
Quick Man has arrived. Quick Man comes burning in at *full* tilt. And I mean full - windows and such are shattering in his path from the sonic boom. "GOTTA GO GOTTA GO GOTTA GO!" He's beelining for Ms. Peterson, and it doesn't look like he's about to slow down.
Bass blinks as Quick Man begins to come rushing in, and he arches both eyebrows, staring at the streak coming straight for the two, and Twila for that matter. With a sudden motion, he extends his arm outwards, hands groping in the direction of Quick Man's throat. "And just WHAT is your rush?" he growls.
Quick Man runs right into the hand, and proceeds to Vader-choke. "GRAK...Wily's....Mother...."
Twila Peterson hmphs quietly in response before turning to go back with him, not that she has a choice. "I suppose we will at that." *pause* "You know...you really do have a one track---" A sudden dust storm headed their way causes her words to aruptly cut of and her to jump back. "Huh?"
Bass's grip holds Quick Man tight for a moment, until his words finally settle in. If you've ever wondered what a look of pure horror on Bass' face is......you've just been treated to it, as his jaw drops open. "....the old man's -MOTHER-!?" he howls, instantly letting go of Quick Man's throat. "Blast it!"
Twila Peterson brings a hand up to her mouth in shock. Did he gasp what what she thought he did? "His...mother???" Twila Peterson casts a glance towards Bass's features, very much seeing what she may never have the privilege to see. Um...trouble with the relatives?
Quick Man drops to the ground, and gasps once or twice. "Yes, his mother. He wants Mrs. Wily back to base immediately."
Twila Peterson doesn't bother correcting the Master again that she prefers the simple Miss Peterson. "Uh..." is basically the most intelligent thing that she lets out before giving a soft, "Kay..."
Bass glares towards Twila for a moment, and then immediately steps aside, perhaps deciding that she may be just the cure for the subject. The longer Wily's mother is distracted, the less attention that comes this way.
Quick Man extends a hand to Twila, carefully. "I hope you don't mind a little wind in your hair, m'am." He, somewhat foolishly, doesn't think to stay out of
Twila Peterson ulps, getting that a certain feeling. Sure she's been with Rock as well as Rick whenever they poured on the speed. Just...not with a Master before. She takes Quick Man's hand and can only shake her head. "I'll be fine..." she tones.
Bass eyes Quick Man for the moment, perhaps only just barely jealous of the other's speed right about now. "If anyone wants me...." he states simply, glancing back to the city skyline, inwardly marveling at how -one- old woman can still cause such an uproar, "...don't bother." With that, he turns and actually begins to sprint off, the loud *WHOOSH* of his dash jets kicking in and propelling him forward.
Quick Man doesn't even take the time to nod. The moment her hand touches his, he grabs on as hard as he can and goes super-sonic for Skull Fortress. He's pretty stressed-out, from the look of things.
<Soon...>
Skull Fortress - Teleportation Chamber Rows of tall teleportation capsules line the walls, each clearly labeled with a destination. A few are labeled 'Custom Location' instead of with a city name.
Quick Man stops for a moment, and actually pants, trying to catch his breath.
Dr. Wily steps into the Chamber and says, "Excellent..." He bows to Twila and says, "Now...we wait..."
Bass doesn't bother answering Wily's radio message, instead simply showing up as.....requested, though by the expression on his face he's less than pleased right about now. Metal boots clanking on the steps that lead upwards, he makes his way to the raised platform, finally coming to a halt at the top of them, his eyes panning to those already here.
And if the android is trying to catch his breath...one can assume Twila is working doubly hard at the task. But she calms her breathing down just enough given a few moments time. "He said something about...your mother coming?" she questions as she slightly stumbles from the chamber she and Quick were in.
Skull Man teleports in and looks to Wily like a child overly-helpful for some reason awaiting his next little chore as soon as the light blue subspace vortex fades away, a look which does not at all suit his face or demeanor.
Quick Man manages to finally get his composure back, and assumes an 'honor guard' position between two of the tubes. If he's waiting for Ma Wily to show up, or blocking any attempt by Twila to escape is unknown, but he's there.
Constance Wily appears in a flash of light.
Twila Peterson knows her current stand within this game. She's not dumb or stupid enough to attempt an escape.
At least not at this juncture if she knows what's good for her. NO ONE ditches Wily when Mumsy comes to visit.
Bass casts a glance of disgust in Quick Man's direction and his 'at attention' stance. In contrast, he folds his arms over his chest, scowling as he leans back against a pillar behind him, as if trying to will himself to become a part of the background.
Dr. Wily stands there, tapping his foot as he checks his watch. He impatiently places his watch back into his pocket and wraps his arm around Twila, bringing her close for that 'family' feel when Ma Wily teleports in from her Florida vacation spot.
Quick Man remains still beside the tube, at attention, and his one hand blurring as it taps against his leg. Expect dents there come tomorrow morning.
Skull Man is at once aware of his rather not family-friendly appearance... "Should we be in human or robot form sir?"
Bass frankly has never had the 'pleasure' of meeting Constance up close and personal. At the time of her last visit he was (luckily) off on another assignment, and had only a fleeting glimpse of her. Though her reputation certainly precedes her.
Twila Peterson has been able to slow her breathing back to normal, or very nearly back to normal, by now and merely stands there observing...even as the dreaded arm of that dreaded scientist falls around her. The smile she attempts to force comes off as some sort of grimace...but becomes much more easy for her to try and attempt as the minutes pass.
Constance Wily appears in a flash of light. She's a short, wizend, grandmotherly type lady who wears clothes several decades out of date. In her right hand is a cane, nearly identical to the one Wily usually carries. Under her other arm is a large, gray and white robocat with no tail. At her feet are small assortments of suitcases on legs, much like Fliptop. Not very impressive for the person that has thrown the entire base into an uproar.
Dr. Wily ahems as his mother teleports in and almost trembling a bit he says, "Welcome, mumsy, to my home... I'm so /glad/ you could make it...." Wily clears his throat a bit and says, "I trust that your trip was enjoyable?" He smiles his best smile, leaning forward on his cane and attempting to look somewhat humane in front of his mother.
Bass's eyes dart to where the flash announces the imminent arrival of Ma Wily, and his frown deepens that much more. Though he makes no motion to move right now, instead quite preferring where he stands, his back against the pillar, arms crossed over his chest.
Skull Man bows low to Constance and offers her the most pleasant "Greetings," he can muster given his deathly and echoing voice, and slowly returns to his straightened posture, emerald eyes looking casually with both curiousty and respect towards Constance. He is painfully aware of his greusome features, and tries as best he can- to little or no avail- to look pleasent as well. Hopefully Wily's mother, like her son, is familiar and comfortable with androids. He has not had the chance to meet her before, and he does not share in the reactions of his brothers towards the situation, as he often doesn't.
Despite the chat she just had with Bass, despite all else that has happens thus far, Twila can't help but find the reactions to all those assembled somewhat amusing. And Mrs. Wily hasn't said anything yet!
Constance Wily places the cat on the ground and speaks for the first time. "Now Arthur, behave yourself while we're here. We don't want to be too much of a burden, do we?"
Arthur gives a 'Mmrow?' and sits down on the platform.
Dr. Wily ahems and says, "Mother... Mumsy?" Wily's voice gets a bit high as he speaks to his mother and attempts to get her attention.
Bass .oO(Probably forgot to turn her hearing aid up.)Oo.
Twila Peterson drops her gaze to trail the cat for for a few moments...thinking him kinda cute. He reminds her a little of Kyo.
Constance Wily turns towards her son and hobbles down the steps with the assistance of her cane. "Yes Alby, I see you. I'm getting there." And when she gets to the bottom, she gives him a motherly hug and kiss, leaving a little bit too much makeup on his cheek.
Quick Man allows himself to breathe, since Ma Wily has passed by him without any sort of comment or obliteration. It's a deep, exhausted sigh, that's followed by him going back to stark fear and terror.
Bass watches the exchange take place, his glare moving to the cat for a few seconds, then back again. Well...it's starting out well enough right?
Skull Man is too busy going over Constance and son Doc Wily with his odd and unfitting child-like expression to express his disapproval with the others, but by now they all know perfectly well that he disapproves of them.
Constance Wily then turns to Twila and takes her hand into her own frail, almost birdlike ones. "Alby's told me all about the news. The wedding will be so nice, I'm sure. It's nice to be thinking that I'll be getting some grandchildren after all. I was so afraid he'd never marry."
Dr. Wily blushes deeply and rubs his face abit. "A-hem," he coughs a bit, recovering from the rather public depantsing and says, "Mumsy...I'd like you to meet everyone here...." He waves his hand over to Quick Man and Skull Man. "You know Quick Man and Skull Man....," he says, he motions towards Bass. "Bass, my /greatest/ creation... Almost like a son to me... And..." He stops as his mother makes a bee-line for Twila...
Bass appears to have no objections. Or he shows none anyways, as he straightens up, eyes darting towards where Constance makes a beeline for Twila. Feh.... He recrosses his arms again.
Twila's smile becomes a little bit more easier for her as she watches while *ugh* being hugged by her son. Aaaaaaaaaw...ain't it cute. "I---I---" Suddenly the girl's mind goes blank. At least now she's beginning to understand a little as to why she may have been brought here. Thinking of what she say she chooses simply, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Wily. Hope...you had a safe trip."
Constance Wily says, "Oh, don't worry about me, child." She turns to Wily and asks, "So what projects have you been working on lately? Getting ready for the wedding?" She peers at Bass over the top of her old fashioned glasses. "My, my, he looks grumpy. Who did you say that was? Bass? (pronounced as in the fish) Nothing that some good cooking won't fix, I bet. Just show me the kitchen, Alby"
Bass blinks for a moment as he gets the once over, and as she turns her attention to her son, his hands flex just a bit, reflexively, though he manages to keep some measure of control. For the moment. GRUMPY?
Twila Peterson presses her lips tightly together from emitting some tiny giggles that are just itching to burst through at these scene. She knows better however, so mindfully keeps silent. Still, the thought that Bass was just called GRUMPY by a little old lady is almost too much.
Dr. Wily gulps a bit and says, "We-well mother... we really don't have a kitchen...." He rolls his eyes a bit and attempts to look civil. "We usually order..." His voice gets rather high. "Ermm *takeout*." Wily awaits for the fireworkds to start.
Quick Man brings up a hand slightly, about to mention how the Sweet 'n' Sour Chicken from the Peking Moon on 8th Street is really good, but then notices the good Doctor cringe backwards, and decides that, no, pain is bad.
Skull Man nearly chuckles at her remark. The old woman is quite smart... Like mother like son after all. "Grumpy" would be the best way to sum up Bass. Skull Man is, of course, too removed and unkowledgable of human tendancies to realize the blunder his creator has just made.
Constance Wily draws back a little, as if morally offended. "You don't have a kitchen? None at all? What kind of a boy did I raise here?" And with that, she actually gives Wily a whack with her cane, much like he tends to whack his charges. "You're not too old to spank, you know. Take out food is so unhealthy. I'm not surprised you're so pale. Now, make me a kitchen, and make one quick."
Twila Peterson merely stands there watching the whole scene...smiling. And if she should be asked why she never asked for a kitchen? Well...would just have to be honest...that she just was never tols...
Skull Man jerks quickly forward as the cane whacks down upon Wily, moving nearly an entire inch- a lot for an android- before he catches himself and returns to the still observation... It takes him another few seconds until the faint red glow disappears from his plasma cannon arm.
Dr. Wily cringes back and rubs his head a bit as the cane leaves a slight bruise on his head. How can such an old woman be so strong with that piece of oak? Wily rights himself. "But, Mumsy! I'm 62!" he says, protesting and attempting to look like the -Man- here. "I've been living on my own for over 4 decades, I think I would know how to take care of myself..." Wily seems to be on the defensive for once, rubbing his head some more. "I mean, look at Quick Man and Skull Man. They are perfect examples that I can take care of myself..."
Bass blinks as Wily gets....whacked. Somewhere, deep down, the faintest trace of a smirk tugs at his mouth, though he manages to hide most of it well. His eyes trace back to Skull Man's position, then to the Wily's again.
Quick Man smiles widely, complete terror replaced at least slightly with cheer. He's happy because he's a sign that Wily's done good. Not because Wily got bopped. Honest. He likes Wily.
Constance Wily muses at the two mentioned robots. "I always said you could build, Alby. But that doesn't mean you can take care of yourself. I think I should stay for a week or so to get this place in order. I'd like to at least stay for the wedding. When is it?"
Dr. Wily ahems and says, "Why, my dear Twila and I shall be wed within a week..." Wily reaches over and pulls Twila to his side, wrapping his arm around her waste. "Isn't she perfect?" he says, almost vomiting at the sweet talk. He leans over and gives Twila a small kiss on the cheek.
Bass's eyes dart towards the exit. Wewll....both Skull Man and Quick Man had their once over, and so did he. Sort of. His foot shuffles along the floor ever so slightly, as if perhaps looking to remove himself from the situation. But the prospect of succeeding doesn't look good.....durnit.
Arthur decides that he's had enough of watching the situation. He hops down off the platform and heads in Quick Man's direction. After arriving and giving the robot a once over, he starts to rub on his legs, back and forth.
Twila Peterson keeps silent about that too...letting Wily speak. It's *his* idea. She idly casts a glance to her right hand and takes it from view. If Wily's mother ever saw that she wasn't even wearing an engagement ring...she may notice. Or she may not. As she's pulled close and smooched on the cheek she bites her lower lip. The sudden redness in her cheeks could prolly be mistaken for either shyness or embarrassment. Actually, it's anger and a deep desire to pelt this guy in the stomach. But no need to mention that. "Oh, Albert...you say such things..." she gets out...
Quick Man remains still. At least, he tries to. Arthur discovers the same thing Treble did last night - Quick Man is, in fact, rather ticklish. His face screws up with suppressed laughter, contorting to shapes that nobody - human or android - should logically be able to make. o_@ ()_() &_& x-x
Constance Wily clasps both her hands to her chest. "Oh, this is so sweet! It's just like I dreamed after all these years. I'm sure you both will be so happy! And I will too, after those little bundles of joy arrive. You'll get right to it, won't you? I haven't got much time left, and I want at least a dozen before I go."
Thing seeming to be pretty comfortable now, at least to Skull Man, even though they really aren't, he sees it fit to blatantly show his disapproval towards Quick Man.
Arthur swipes back and forth, stopping to give an occasional "Rowr?"
Dr. Wily smiles a bit and remembers that...gasp...THE RING. He sweat drops instantly, as his mother's arrival kind of sped things up a bit. Wily sneakily ducks his hand into his labcoat pocket and pulls out a ring. It has one of the most LARGEST and most PERFECT diamonds imbedded into it that a simple band of gold can take. Wily quickly moves his hand behind him and slips into Twila's hand, waggling his eyebrows in a knowing look while his mother is distracted. He quickly responds, a smile curling the edges of his mustache as he forces it. "O-of course Mumsy," he says, and weakly follows up. "Can't wait..." He rolls his eyes a bit.
Bass actually pauses in his sudden escape. Little bundles of joy? His face contorts into confusion for a moment, as he glances at both Twila, then Doc Wily, then back to Ma again. It takes a few moments, but understanding finally sets in, and the only way he actually stops from bursting out laughing at the very idea....is to suddenly spin around and glance at the wall, one hand slapping over his mouth.
Though his vibrating shoulders may be a dead giveaway.
Quick Man gurgles. The effort of trying to keep from looking like a complete fool is putting serious strain on him - unlike Bass, he can't afford to laugh. Face contorted to something resembling a cheese danish, he slowly leans down, and pets Albert (the cat) lightly.
Constance Wily's attention is caught by Bass's sudden movement. Looking curiously at his back, she turns to ask Wily, "I've never been that good with robots. Is he having some kind of fit?"
Skull Man is NEVER going to let Bass forget this breech of stone-facedness. >=)
Twila Peterson holds in a wince as the ring is slipped in her palm. There is a rather hard swallow and several moments of choking...which she hopes to disguise as coughing...before she's able to settle down. When her hand is brought up to her mouth to keep it covered the ring is on it... "Um...sorry. Musta...gotten something in my throat..."
Arthur purrs loudly and arches his back as he's being petted. Quick Man continues to pet Arthur. As long as he's still petting the cat, the cat won't keep rubbing up against his legs. Self-preservation and Felines 101, now in session.
Constance Wily gives Twila a comforting look. "Don't worry child, I'll fix you some hot lemon tea as soon as we can get a proper kitchen set up. Won't that be nice?"
Dr. Wily ahems and steps forward, moving towards Bass and looking at him in concern for just a split second. Luck /would/ have it that his best war machine is about to blow up in his face, but instead, he finds that Bass is nearly laughing at the poor doctor's plight. Well, we'll fix HIS wagon, now won't we? "Ahem, Mumsy," he says, "I would usually put you in my room, but since Twila and I...well...you know..." He says, rolling his hand a bit to motion the jist of it. "I'm afraid that you're going to stay in...ahem....my Barracks..." He motions towards Bass. "Bass will attend your every need, also getting you settled. I'm sure he gives marvelous foot massages. He'll even attend to your corns..." There, that'll teach 'em ta bust Wily's bubble.
Bass stops laughing very quickly....his shoulders stopping in their motion. He really should have seen this one coming shouldn't he? He just couldn't help himself. With his back still turned to the others, his whole features seem to completely droop, and if one could see his face, there'd probably be murder in his eyes....... "Gah....."
Twila Peterson lifts a hand to her throat and nods. "Yes. It does. Thanks---," she begins. But her words are lost. Even *she* feels a little sorry for Bass now. And that's no small task. She makes a point to back a step as soon as Wily steps away as if she might be less contaminated if she's standing even an inch farther.
Constance Wily gives Bass a curious look. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be too much of a burden on anyone. But still, I do seem to be having a problem with hemorrhoids lately. That would help a lot."
Dr. Wily grimaces a bit and says, "Oh, I'm sure he'll help you with those mumsy..." Wily rolls his eyes and droops his shoulders a bit. Bass's entire frame shivers at that.
.oO(This one's going to cost you old man....)Oo.
Skull Man says, "I will be glad to help you too m'am, with anything you need, if Bass proves inadequate." and bows low.
"YES!" Bass intones suddenly, actually turning and striding RIGHT up to Skull Man.....and he puts....an arm around his shoulder?? "Skull Man will be MORE than pleased to....assist me with such....."
Twila Peterson takes another small step back before settling herself where she stands. Well, isn't this interesting. Maybe use it against Bass sometime when he's battling Rock. The reminder would at least prove as a good reminder...
Only if she wants him to fly into another berserk rage. >:)
Constance Wily says, "It's so nice to see you all getting along. I'm sorry I called you grumpy earlier, Bass (fish). You're such a nice boy."
Skull Man is now throuroughly confused, but makes note to save this in C:\BassBlackmail and wonders if he can call a joe in here with a camera...
Quick Man very carefully glances over at the teletube. If he *really* had to, he could theoretically get into a tube, teleport to a different hemisphere, laugh, and teleport back. But could he do it fast enough to have Wily not see him?
Skull Man finds nothing funny ever and is quite confused by the humor the others apparently see in a perfectly normal situation.
Dr. Wily nodsnods in enthusiasm as he steps back over to Twila and says, "Well, the night is waning mother. I'm sure it's almost time for some of your medication....." Wily pulls out his watch, opens it, and closes it quickly. He doesn't even bother looking at the time. "I must be retiring so that I can wake up tomorrow for another day's work." Wily loops his arm around Twila and smiles a smile that looks devious, despite the attempt at warmth. "And I'm sure that once Bass has helped you settle, he can offer you a sponge bath...hmmyes?"
Constance Wily says, "Oh, no thank you Alby. I can still bathe myself, even at this age."
Bass's fingers tighten about Skull Man's shoulder, almost painfully so in their gesture. His mouth works at first, though no sound comes out. Finally however, the word makes its way outwards, apparently forced with a great deal of effort. "Thanks..." it sounds almost more like a growl than anything else. Wily's suggestion is on the very of putting him into a horrified fit, but his shoulders droop with relief at Constance's answer.
Arthur seems to be enjoying Quick Man's attention. After all, no one can pet faster.
Twila Peterson .oO(And remember those hard to reach spots, Bass....)Oo. she thinks, even tho the offer is denied. She attempts to focus on that rather than Wily having his arm around her once more. YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!! "Sleep well, Ma'am, " the girl tells the older woman politely.
Constance Wily says, "Thank you child. Now if I could get someone to show me to my room?"
Quick Man keeps staring at the tube. .oO(A few more moments. I can hold out just a little longer.)Oo. Absent-mindedly, he starts petting Arthur faster. Now, everybody's noticed how Quick has to take effort to remember to speak at speeds others can understand. He's now lost his concentration on trying to slow down for others. Within a few seconds, he's petting Arthur at near sonic speeds.
Dr. Wily waves his cane over to Bass and Skull Man, looking the other way. "Hmmmm?"
Static electricity begin to arc around Arthur and Quick Man...
Bass steps back, a hand resting on each of Skull Man's shoulders, as he moves him around front, almost as if using him as a shield. "Of course....." he grunts, trying hard not to snarl the words out, though with Skull Man he's noticeably.....less gentle. "Get her luggage...." he grunts, before stepping clear and glancing towards Ma Wily. "This way...." he gestures.
Arthur doesn't seem to be in the least concerned about all the static. He's just enjoying being petted, like any other cat would. Of course, it helps when your fur is made out of metal.
Quick Man begins cracking with energy as well, but still not enough to notice. He keeps staring at the tube. Suddenly, the cat pulls away. Oh dear. Quick has just enough time to go wide-eyed before he gets transformed into a lightening rod, and *explodes*, being thrown straight backwards into the wall.
Skull Man looks down at the cat and orders them to follow in the binary blips that such gumbie-bots understand, always degrading for a Robot Master. They approach him on their waddling litte feet and he turns his head back to look at Bass, disapproval most obvious now. (
Arthur jogs over to his mistress's side and suddenly alters form much like Rush does. But instead of a jet scooter, he becomes a small hovering platform.
Constance steps up onto him, and announces. "We're ready."
Bass nods towards her, and gestures outwards, moving to lead the way. "Right this way then." He turns back, starting down the steps, although able to give Wily a long stare in the process, before putting his eyes forward and scowling again. . o O(And let's get this over with.....)
Constance Wily putters along, not moving very fast. But then again, how fast would an old lady want to move? Constance Wily has left.
Twila Peterson jumps as the Master who brought her here was given a rather srong jolt of...something or other...before calming herself again. She seems more than happy to be a mere bystander.
Dr. Wily holds onto Twila's hand and awaits for them all to leave, gritting his teeth.
Skull Man bows to Wily. He follows Bass, who follows Constance, and he is in turn followed by the walking luggage. Quite a little parade.
Quick Man crackles and smokes from a corner. X_X
Dr. Wily looks over at Twila and says, "Well, that was a most interesting time, my dear." He smiles, attempting yet again to look sincere. Is he succeeding? He says, "I hope you like the ring, but for now I must head back to my room at the Wily Plaza..." He takes her hand and kisses it. "Ahem...um..." He points over at the toasty Quick Man. "Quick Man shall escort you back to your room," he says, and walks over and cracks his cane over Quick Man's head.
Quick Man moans slightly, and attempts to stand up. Small wisps of steam roll off of him. Just as he gets halfway to his feet, he gets bopped onna head by the cane, and falls back down. "Yes, Doc. <woozle>"
Twila Peterson nods, certainly not taken in by him but...acting as if she does regardless. "I'll...see you later then..." Her words drift as he wacks the android on top of the head, holding in another wince.
Dr. Wily nods and stalks off.
Quick Man moans slightly, and starts to pick himself up off the ground again. "Mommy, stop making Zero use my head for a drum. X_X"
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Message: 12/27 Posted Author Ma Wily Wed Jan 05 Dr. Wily ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
<Wily's face on screen. He appears to be a tad distressed.>
"My Robot Masters...my MOTHER has arrived," he says. "She arrived last night via teleporter and has taken up residence here and is staying for the wedding to Ms. Twila Peterson."
Wily rolls his eyes a bit and continues, "All of you are to be on your BEST behavior.... Bass is personally to see that my mother is comfortable and that everything including her corns, are cared for. That is all. Wily out."
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