Twila@M3 - Friday, January 07, 2000, 11:38 PM ---------------------------------------------

<Outside Skull Castle...>

Twila Peterson is currently being escorted from the Fortress as well. But...possible emerged from it's bowels several lengthy moments after Bomb Man had. With her are two Sniper Joes since she is expected to be escorted/guarded at all times. Her hands go into her pockets as she spies the two Masters and gives each a polite nod. "Uh...hello..."

Bomb Man nods to Twila and smiles a bit. "Hello."

Twila Peterson turns to Bomb Man offering, "Haven't...come across you in awhile..."

Bomb Man smiles. "I've been around." He frowns slightly. "Listen, if this is about that time in San An . . ."

Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow. "I...wasn't really going to mention the incident in San Angelas actually..." she explains with a small shrug of her shoulders.

Bomb Man frowns. "I've been wanting to explain that. You see, Bass doesn't like us talking with those outside our faction. He's been a bit...insistent about that."

"Oh," the girl states in response. "Yeah...noticed that Bass seems a bit insistent on alot of things actually. You...didn't get in trouble did you?"

Bomb Man chuckles. "Not for that particular incident, but Bass has cannoned me before. I know the risks."

Twila Peterson has seen how Bass handles some of his own troops already. "And you still do it?"

Bomb Man nods. "I am programmed to obey Wily. Not Bass. Wily is right, and his vision is a great one. Bass is a good creation, but . . . I think Wily allows him too much free though. He's strayed from Wily's vision."

Twila Peterson raises a hand up to scratch an invisible itch. "By being just...who he is?"

Bomb Man frowns, thinking. "Wily...Wily seeks to end the chaos that freedom brings. Think about it. Under one dictator there would be no wars, no poverty, no suffering. Bass doesn't have a vision, he only seeks to destroy the others. That is his flaw."

Twila seems confused by this. "But...why would Bass do that? I know of his...view with Megaman. But his own Troops?"

Bomb Man shrugs. "Bass is a megalomaniac. If he feels we are developing too much independence, he seeks to destroy it." He chuckles. "By talking to other factions, I sort of ask for it. But there's much I learn."

Twila Peterson muses to herself briefly before questioning. "And what do you hope to learn? The differences between Robot Masters and others?"

Bomb Man nods. "And how Doctor Wily can successfully rule this planet." He looks at Twila. "Miss Peterson . . . can I ask you something?"

The girl nods slowly, wondering idly what the android might inquire. "Sure. Go ahead?"

Bomb Man says, "Do you like it here?"

The truth? Well...she already gathers some would pick up if she's lying so, Twila goes a safer route. "Well, different than what I'm used to at any rate," she states, casting glances to the two Sniper Joes every now and then.

Bomb Man frowns. "Please, be honest. I won't think any less of you."

Twila Peterson offers a small sigh in response. "For me to be honest?" After a brief pause she states, "Everyone's been kinder than I expected. But it's not home."

Bomb Man sighs. "Yeah. I was afraid you would say that." He looks down, then looks back up. "Look . . . please give us a chance. Doctor Wily . . . he has a vision. A great vision of a perfect world. I know you and Rock used to be close, but please give him a chance. He's really the best father I could want, and a visionary beyond compare."

"I have been here only a few days..." the young woman muses, mostly for the other's benefit. "Just what does Albert's vision entail?" Bomb Man smiles, his eyes looking faraway. Whatever this vision is, he believes in it fully. "Look at the way this world is working. Independent countries, each made of independent people. Conflict upon conflict, when people and countries decide to selfishly take resources from others with no regard for the good of their fellows. Under Wily, there would be none of this chaos. Wily would determine the flow of resources, ensuring that no one goes hungry, no one is impoverished, no one dies in senseless wars. That is his vision. And mine."

Twila Peterson gazes over towards the Master as he appears quite blissful and content with this. "That does sound like a rather good vision to have I admit." Although, ever other dictator has held the same vision had brought only suffering and death...falling far short of the mark. This the girl knows all too well. "Anything like what I see here within the city?"

Bomb Man nods. "This is a microcosm of Wily's vision. Peace between the inhabitants."

Twila Peterson smiles towards him. "Seems peaceful from what I've seen of it so far. Guess I may just have to give it a chance won't I? Where do you like to go in the city?"

Bomb Man grins. "Crash Man's bar. I knew he'd get one some day, the devil. It's a nice place."

Twila Peterson hmmms with a furrowed brow. "I haven't had the chance to visit there yet." Then again, she's only been here about...3 whole days? Hardly a chance to see the sights. "What do you like about it?"

Bomb Man grins. "The poker games. High stakes, high risk. Crash sure knows how to run a place. And the drinks aren't bad either."

Twila Peterson ohs. "Sounds more like a casino than a regular bar..."

Dr. Wily walks from his fortress and heads over towards Twila, smiling at her and says, "Ah, Twila my love!" The doctor heads over to her and embraces her before she can react. "How nice to see you getting along so well," he says, giving her a kiss on the cheek and stepping back from her. "I'm happy to you adjusting so well to the environment of Skull Fortress and Robotropolis."

Bomb Man shrugs. "I guess it is." He chuckles. "Crash and I had some good times in the Reploid Room in San Angeles . . . and now we can have good times here." Bomb Man steps back as Wily comes in, falling silent.

Most of Bomb Man's reply is lost as Wily displays some affection towards the girl...just about taking her off guard to be honest. She quells her urge to gag, hiding it rather well mind you as she hugs him in return, and offers him a smile. "Well, still have some adjusting to do. It's only been a few days since I was first brought here after all. But it seems like I've been having alot of help. Your minions have been oh so kind."

Dr. Wily smiles and says, holding back inside the bile in this throat. "Oh, I would hope so my dear," he says. "They look to you as a mother. Isn't that special? There is almost nothing they wouldn't do to make you feel safe and loved." Wily grits his teeth a bit and continues with a slight cough. "Tell me, have you been to dinner by any chance?" he asks, "I was hoping we could go get a meal?"

Twila Peterson shakes her head slowly. "Was just about to head into town to eat actually. Shame your castle doesn't happen to have a kitchen. Been told my cooking is pretty good."

Bomb Man blinks, then nods to Twila and begins to walk away.

Dr. Wily smiles to Twila and says, "And I can't wait to try it. Don't worry. Once we are wed, I shall have a kitchen installed for my little love muffin post haste." Wily poses, his hands on his hips, and laughs, "Mwahahahahaha!" Then he stops as Twila gets that anime sweatdrop on her forehead and says, "Shall we continue?" He offers the crook of his arm to Twila.

Twila Peterson offers Bomb Man a small wave. "Maybe we can talk again sometime..." Meanwhile, the Sniper Joes continue their hovering. Translation: Breathing down her neck. OoOoOoOoOoOo...wouldn't she like to punch the old looney right in the stomach? But she pats that down and takes his arm instead as she heads off with him. "But of course..."

<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.

Dr. Wily walks down the street with Twila till they arrive at a rather fancy, upscale restaurant. He takes her inside. He beams at her and says, "One moment, dear..." Wily says and goes up to speak to the clerk. After a few words are exchanged, he comes back and brings Twila towards the front as a hostess directs them to a table. Wily holds Twila's seat out for her and waits for her to sit down, and then does so himself, taking up a menu...

Twila Peterson widens her eyes as she's escorted into the well-to-do restaurant, glancing all about her and taking in the sights even as she's seated. "Very, very nice," she comments as she begins to page through her own menu. Of course the one that Rock had took her too---. Rock. The memory of him and the breaking of the engagement strikes her to the very core. But she struggles to pat that down as well, not wanting to deal with it now. She immediately begins scanning for the highest priced meals, thinking mischievous thoughts. "Kind of you to invite me."

Dr. Wily smiles at Twila. "You are my fiancee, my dear," he says. "It is the least I can do to be worthy of your love." Wily swears he's going to vomit any moment, but manages to keep the worst of it down. "I hope you really are enjoying yourself, as I am going to great lengths to ensure you are happy..." . .oO(And to keep from strangling you.)Oo.

Twila Peterson looks up from the menu for a moment, already selecting what it is she'll be having. Only the most expensive meal on the list as well as several side orders. "So I see," she tones brightly. "So," she asks to the much older man sitting across from her. "How did you exactly know it was *me* that you had wanted for a lovely bride? I had no idea I was so well known."

Dr. Wily smiles, playing it coyly for now. "I have seen you on several survielences while watching Megaman," he says. "And I was smitten by your beauty, your....kindness..." The doctor nearly gags. "Then I knew that you were the one for me..." The waiter comes up and takes their orders, raising a slight eye at Twila's choices. Then he goes back to get said orders prepared, leaving the love birds (YEAH RIGHT!) alone.

Twila Peterson ooooohs as she sets the menu down, waiting for beverage that had also been ordered for the meal. "So I see. I was wondering," she beams brightly. "Alot of people would think this is a whirl-wind marriage...especially since it's happening just a week after we've met. But," she says with a tinge of sadness, "I guess it has to be done fast at your age." The comment she dismisses soon after she states it as if not giving a second thought before asking. "So, tell me about yourself, dearest."

Dr. Wily blinks at the openness of Twila. .oO(Feh, that fool Snake Man. Be warm? Be kind? Feh, she seems to be attracted to me either way. You are a stud, Albert. Alby's da man! Alby's da man!)Oo. Wily coughs a bit. "Well, I grew up in Germany with my mother, the Frou Wily," he says, "And I came to America to study under the field of Robotics, but was expelled. Fools! Unauthorized experiments on campus! Feh! They were all merely jealous, those mental pygmies." Wily regains his composure. "Finally, I received an honorary doctorate for my contributions in the field and come to work with that /hack/, Dr. Light." Wily clenches his fists in anger until they turn white. "And after working for years with him, developing the likes of my Masters and Rock...he steals all the credit! And so, to prove to the world that /I/ am the better man, and most suited to rule, I have created my vast organization and plans to bring the world into a pristine technological era! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Wily laughs out loud, attracting the attention of many diners.

Twila Peterson doesn't seem to notice the insane bad-guy laugh to comment. Instead, she stares at the scientist with over-sized bluish-green orbs, resting her chin within her hand as she listens. "That's quite a life-long work that you're working to achieve, Albert. And your mummsy must be oh-so proud of you to be able to finally be able to show the world your purpose in life and to save the world from those barbarians." She sighs wistfully as she toys with a lengthy strand of her reddish hair. "What did I ever see in Rock?" Only her whole life. But that's another story. :)

Dr. Wily shakes his head. "You were misguided, my dear," he says. "But that's in the past. Now we can look forward to a bright future together.' Wily smiles and the waiters come back with food. Wily's eyes widen at the rather...liberal...amounts of food brought to Twila. "Are you sure you can eat all that, my dear?" he asks, taking some of his curry chicken and beginning to cut it into more manageable pieces.

Twila Peterson nods rather readily, eyeing the morsels of food hungrily. The truth is, she already had something to eat earlier and isn't too hungry right now. (Although, she could *never* really eat all that food. But that's beside the point.) "Why, suuuuuuure, Albert. I worked up quite an appetite earlier. I saw where the wedding was to be held earlier. What a lovely spot! Wow! I'm just so excited over this! I can hardly contain myself!" With that last statement she stands up and raises her hands dramatically to show her joy...only to knock the table a bit and send at lest half the food sliding right into the old mad scientist's lap. "Oh no! I'm sorry!!"

Dr. Wily erks as all of the warm and hot food is dumped into his lap, burning his pants and his crotch. It's the most action he's seen down there in /decades/. Wily jumps up into the air and screams, clutching his lap area and feeling the burns. "OWOOHOOWHEE!" he says and gets very angry, "That hurt! Now we have to go back to the Skull Fortress so that I may get a change of attire!" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a radio....

Twila Peterson brings a hand up to her and gasps. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. It was an accident. Are you alright, dear?"

Flash Man has arrived. Yamato Man has arrived.

Dr. Wily rubs his sore and burned area of his pants and says, "As well as can be expected..." He mutters a bit darkly and awaits for his Robot Masters to enter the restaurant, where Wily is currently covered in hot food in his lap.

Twila Peterson draws back her hand looking extremely guilty and downcast for what she had just done. She begins to try and clean off some of the plates only to knock down Wily's ice cold water right onto his lap as well. Boy, she's clumsy isn't she. "Ooooooooooooh, not again?" she whines.

Dr. Wily yells as the cold causes....shrinkage....in the lower regions and only makes his burns worse. Upon seeing his Robot Masters, he says, "YAMATO MAN! FLASH MAN! Get over here and get what isn't on the floor into a doggy bag and escort both Ms. Peterson and I to Skull Fortress, immediately!" Wily ooh and aahs as he rubs his wounds, looking quite comical.

Yamato Man nods slightly "understood sir!" He rushes to get all the food into a container....but where is a container?? He begins looking for a waiter to ask for one.

Flash Man raises an eyebrow but doesn't dare question the masters orders. He steps away from the table quickly to grab a bag from the kitchen. The Master returns, "This will do Yamato."

Yamato Man nods and assists Flash in geting the food put in the bag

Twila Peterson flinches and steps back, appearing quite sheepish in all of this. She offers a small sniffle as well as a soft, "I'm sorry..." which is quite a contrast to Wily's pain-filled outburst.

[OOC] Dr. Wily says, "The heck you are. :)"

Flash Man begins to scrape the food into a small container placed inside the bag...ooOO(Master of time and space, able to manipulate the very fabric of temporal energy, an ability that defies the 4th dimension...yet here he is cleaning food!)Oooo

Yamato Man finishes loading up the food with flash and glances around, waiting.

Meanwhile, the waiter comes back looking at the scene dumbly, questioning, "Is...there a problem here?"

Dr. Wily shakes his head. "It's not your fault...accidents happen..." Right now, he's resisting slicing off her head with Yamato Man's spear. "Back to Skull Fortress!" he says as he walks funny from the restaurant.

Yamato Man shouts, "SIR! PAYMENT!"

Flash Man snaps at the waiter. "Get lost, foodboy!"

Dr. Wily stops and turns. "Oh," he says, and hands Flash Man a credit card. "You handle it, Flash Man." He looks to Yamato. "BACK TO SKULL FORTRESS!"

Yamato Man nods saying, "Understood, sir" and moves to escort.

The waiter then steps forward after the small group and then stops at the bellow. "Um...the bill..." he states, handing the total cost of the bill to the Master...totaling $287 Zenny...