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MOVING

{so I know this blog has been like. high-key inactive. it's also its own effing account... so tomorrow, as can be told by its new url change... this blog is going to become an archived blog because for whatever reason I can't magically make it a sideblog B/

@ghosts-long-gone has already been made a side on my @robotic-hearts-n-minds account and this blog will be basically left. this account may even deactivate since I plan to reblog everything? we'll see.}

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Hey everyone. A bit of an update.

So I realise I've been a little quiet here lately. While I'd really love to go into a super long and details explanation as to why exactly I'm a bit messed up currently, the tl;dr version is that I'm in a pretty rough spot at the moment.

If you head to the link below... It should be a good enough summary. And if you want to help, please... Every bit does. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO!

https://twitter.com/PompWCircmstnce/status/1152388140398780416?s=20

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Cain and Light went immediately to the headsets, leaning a bit awkwardly, but making sure they could be heard.

"Storm Eagle, this is Dr Cain," came his voice, a bit staticy, but heard, "If you can hear me I'll be acting as Navigator for you."

"Elec Man, can you hear me?" Light asked, "I'm here as support."

Wily nodded, moving to watch things over Metal's shoulder. He didn't blame the other for wanting him out of trouble, and with a disaster such as this? He'd help in the way he was told.

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“Just tell us where we’re needed. We can at least achieve flight at speeds equaling Shaska’s if need be,” Light nodded, stan- er, floating straighter.

“If he’ll accept it, I’ll give my support,” Cain added, “And any others who need it.” He too seemed to float with more confidence, both spirits knowing how much even this could help.

At what sounded like words of warning, Wily almost huffed, “I don’t intend to. If we could affect things physically now, we could be joining as ground support. But however we can be affective, I’ll lend my own hands as well.”

“I’d rather you all stay here.” Metal spoke maybe a bit too sharply. They didn’t need anyone out there who could see them getting spooked, or the ghosts somehow getting them selves into trouble. He was not going to be responsible. One hand moved, and pointed next too himself at a couple smaller screens and some headsets. At the very least they could listen and speak to the mics. Already visuals were shifted to Storm Eagles point of view and Elec Man’s. Storm Eagle was clearly in the air. Running recon and trying not to draw attention. Elec was with Skull Man, the two on the ground and doing what they could for help. “Just communicate through there. I’ve transferred their data read outs and visuals for you to see. So you can monitor their status.”

“As for you, Wily.” Metal turned his head towards Albert, red eyes sharp. “You stay here next to me and assist in monitoring my brothers.” He’d rather keep the old robot creator as close as possible, considering what the other had done and was capable of. 

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"Just tell us where we're needed. We can at least achieve flight at speeds equaling Shaska's if need be," Light nodded, stan- er, floating straighter.

"If he'll accept it, I'll give my support," Cain added, "And any others who need it." He too seemed to float with more confidence, both spirits knowing how much even this could help.

At what sounded like words of warning, Wily almost huffed, "I don't intend to. If we could affect things physically now, we could be joining as ground support. But however we can be affective, I'll lend my own hands as well."

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It was shortly after Shaska left that the doctors appeared in the main room, each looking frantic after hearing the new reports. Cain was first to speak, coming immediately to Metal Man.

“Metal! Where is Shaska?! We want to help if we can find any way to,” determination had his eyes lighting up.

“We know there isn’t much we can do, but please! There must be something!” Light eas next, appearing to the Robot Master’s left side, “We can move between the Robot Masters perhaps? Give extra communications?”

Wily was last, hand to his chin in thought, “If only there were ways for us to have bodies again… Anything to be able to interact physically…”

The robot master tensed up when he heard the voice of Cain. Ah, so the ghosts had come back. Great… Metal grumbled quietly and turned his head in their direction. Glancing between Cain and Light as the two seemed quite concerned. 

“Shaska has already taken off into the field herself. Old or not, still full of tenacity. She is a hands on individual.” Metal Man explained, and turned back towards the screens. Flicking a few of the controls, and shifting to some of the hacked security cameras. Showing the Cryptid on question already locked in combat as a blur of black and neon colors.

He then switched over to a different camera, over looking an absolute chaos section filled with combat between hunters and mavericks. 

“There is not a lot that you can do, being as you are all dead. And you can’t teleport…” However he did get somewhat of an idea. If they wanted to help, fine then. “… Doctor Light. You were once ground control for Mega Man. You can communicate with a few. Elec Man and Skull Man are out there, you can give them support. Cain, I’m sure Storm Eagle would not mind yours.” Metal could handle most of this. 

But then Wily spoke, and it had the old wily robot tensing up. “… I’ll bring that up with Shaska later. Wily, the best you can do is try to not cause trouble..”

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It was shortly after Shaska left that the doctors appeared in the main room, each looking frantic after hearing the new reports. Cain was first to speak, coming immediately to Metal Man.

"Metal! Where is Shaska?! We want to help if we can find any way to," determination had his eyes lighting up.

"We know there isn't much we can do, but please! There must be something!" Light eas next, appearing to the Robot Master's left side, "We can move between the Robot Masters perhaps? Give extra communications?"

Wily was last, hand to his chin in thought, "If only there were ways for us to have bodies again... Anything to be able to interact physically..."

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"There's a Maverick attack occurring...” Cain was pacing in the lab, going back and forth, “I can feel it...”

“Maverick... You mean those Reploids infected with...?” Wily couldn’t find himself adding “my virus”.

“Yes. Shaska will need to be warned. Not that there’s much else we can do.”

Light huffed, “And why not? We’ve been learning slowly, yes, but there has to be something even we can do!”

“Ever the optimist, eh, Thomas?”

“I’d guess he was no less in life, either. Come, let us speak with Shaska and the Robot Masters. Perhaps there’s some way we can help after all...” Cain began floating towards the main lab, hoping that’s where she’d be. The others followed, Albert truly hoping there was something they could do to help.

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“I can feel you talking about me, Light. Just admit you hate me too after everything I’ve done.” Wily was in one of the empty rooms, letting himself just... lay there.

“It’s not like anyone else cares for my spiritual existence...”

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As perceptive as ever, or maybe Light was still bad at being dishonest... “He’s been keeping to himself more,” came the admission, “Just don’t be too surprised if you run into him.”

He wasn’t going to argue with Blues. A small part of Thomas was absolutely furious after learning this “Maverick Virus” was on the fault of Albert. Not to mention his contribution to things regardless, “... they aren’t, are they.” Light started to float away again, letting Blues have his distance.

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The phantom paused, realizing his mistake. Right… if this was the first time Blues was seeing him… he didn’t know about Albert or Cain, “There… are two others. That we know of. Spirits. You probably won’t know Dr Cain Jonez, he’s a descendant of the Jonez family, you remember them?

“Th-The other… You’ll know the other spirit, Blues. But try to go easy on him, I think his life’s “work” is weighing heavily on his shoulders now.”

He looked away from Light, preferring to stare at this wall. This wall? It was a Good Wall! 

[ ♫ ] : “You can just say it’s Wily, Light.”

[ ♫ ] : “The context clues really give it away.”

[ ♫ ] : “I’m not going to go easy on him. He might feel bad for his mistakes, but I’ve seen this world. I’ve learned what happened because of him.”

[ ♫ ] : “Things aren’t pretty when you don’t have any foresight.”

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The phantom paused, realizing his mistake. Right... if this was the first time Blues was seeing him... he didn’t know about Albert or Cain, “There... are two others. That we know of. Spirits. You probably won’t know Dr Cain Jonez, he’s a descendant of the Jonez family, you remember them?

“Th-The other... You’ll know the other spirit, Blues. But try to go easy on him, I think his life’s “work” is weighing heavily on his shoulders now.”

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And he saw the tension in his new stance. Blues still mistrusted him to an extent, not that Light could blame him. He only let out a sigh, nodding, “Good… I’ll leave you be, I was trying to… explore a bit down here… Don’t let me damper your mood, Blues.”

He was starting to float away, giving the other space, “And don’t bother asking to be scanned for bugs. Shaska had the same worries when she first saw us.” Wait… “us”? Was there more than just Light??

[ ♫ ] : “Wait.”

[ ♫ ] : “Us?”

Great, great. Let’s continue this conversation with a figment of your past that you’re still too bitter to forgive. He bit his lip a little. 

Joke’s on you, Light, his mood is perpetually dampered. He just likes to pretend it’s not.

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And he saw the tension in his new stance. Blues still mistrusted him to an extent, not that Light could blame him. He only let out a sigh, nodding, “Good... I’ll leave you be, I was trying to... explore a bit down here... Don’t let me damper your mood, Blues.”

He was starting to float away, giving the other space, “And don’t bother asking to be scanned for bugs. Shaska had the same worries when she first saw us.” Wait... “us”? Was there more than just Light??

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Light chuckled, very softly, “Good. I’d expect nothing less, knowing Shaska is the one who worked on you. We’ve seen the others, too… At the least I know I am glad to see you getting another chance.

“Your core’s functioning better this time around, yes?” Ever the concerned parent…

Admittedly, he was still kind of bitter about that…

He took a step back from Light’s ghost and his astonishment became confusion mixed with a bit of resentment. Lip tightened, jaw squared a bit. Teeth gritted. His entire posture was tense– especially at the mention of his core. 

[ ♫ ] : “Yeah, Shaska’s great.”

[ ♫ ] : “Core’s great. I’m not exploding. Every 3 seconds. Great.”

His old core was totally shit, but it was still his. He was still kind of in the realm of distrust when it came to Light and Wily. 

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Light chuckled, very softly, “Good. I’d expect nothing less, knowing Shaska is the one who worked on you. We’ve seen the others, too... At the least I know I am glad to see you getting another chance.

“Your core’s functioning better this time around, yes?” Ever the concerned parent...

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He shrugged, just floating there. At least one of them seemed to be taking this well, or… he was used to the freak outs.

“Apparently there are times the universe sees fit to bring the dead back. Not always in the most…” His hand came up, was studied, and then placed back behind his back, “Accessible of ways… But still.”

“It’s nice to see you’ve returned yourself, though.”

Okay, okay. This definitely wasn’t happening. This was a hallucination. A malfunction in his memory chips. That data was corrupted. That’s what this was, right? Fuck, fuck, FUCK. 

His exterior was cool as a cucumber. Keep calm, Blues. Even if this shit ain’t real. 

[ ♫ ] : “I’m all in one piece, Doc.”

[ ♫ ] : “For once.”

There was still some bitterness in his voice. Maaaaybe he shouldn’t be entertaining these kinda hallucinations, but he clearly had nothing better to do. 

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"... Thomas, I think you're scaring him." That was all he wanted to say right now. Wait, who else was haunting this place now?!

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He shrugged, just floating there. At least one of them seemed to be taking this well, or... he was used to the freak outs.

"Apparently there are times the universe sees fit to bring the dead back. Not always in the most..." His hand came up, was studied, and then placed back behind his back, "Accessible of ways... But still."

"It's nice to see you've returned yourself, though."

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There’s a cough behind Blues, “Well, you’re in luck. Not that I think I mind the comparison.” {aka the ghosts say hello}

NANI THE FUCK.

[ ♫ ] : “Light?!”

[ ♫ ] : “You’re blue! You got a case of the blues!” 

[ ♫ ] : “The… I– it’s been a hundred years ? How did you…”

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Thomas was pinching the bridge of his nose now, "For the love of God... Albert, did you really have to encourage him to do this?? He needs to be checked on now, and he won't let her!"

"It's the least I could do, Thomas. He's able to refuse help from people if he doesn't want it."

Light just. Glares. At Wily. He's tempted to pull on his mustache.

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He floated to an older break room, “It was sealed ages ago... and put here just in case it was needed,” his phantom arm pointed down at some floor tiles that were in front of a series of brighter ones.

“Should still be good, I think... It was made air tight and kept for emergencies.”

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Wily leaned over, “Would it help any to tell you I know of a stash hidden around here? Say under a few of the tiles near the old fridge?”

“… How you know, I shouldn’t ask- and accepting your help would be unwise, and yet…”

“Tell me where and show me, I accept this offer.”

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Light was watching all of this with a... very concerned expression. Wily on the other hand was cackling like an idiot.

“... why is... my son.... stealing... coffee... who even showed Blues coffee???”

“BWAHAHAHA!! Get yourself the drink of champions, Blues! You deserve it..!!”

“Albert...!”

“What? It’s not like a little coffee can hurt his internals! He’s been upgraded, anyways!”

Thomas just sighs.