notyourforte

[notyourforte]

“99% of you don’t even have the skills to make a lamp from scratch, how the hell do you expect to make a robot, not to mention a human?” 

[notyourforte]

blowyourhousedown​:

The flowers - those damned little purple bastards - how had they spread so fast? He remembers some of it, in fragments - text on a phone screen, a cold knot of dread in his stomach, crawling horror at a comment bitten off almost too late. That must have been when the flowers started, pops of colour spreading like a disease over his skin and he locked his jaw against the chest-searing urge to speak speak confess.

He can’t. It’ll all fall apart again, if people know - it’ll be back to the fearful glances, the flinches at his every movement: that stuttering, shaky, bone-deep fear of Him that tainted every person in Fabletown, once they were reminded. Once they saw, again.

(Pain and rage and red and neon in an alleyway, and she’s frozen with it, staring at him, at the blood, at the way the pathetic little insects finally break under his claws, and she was the one who had never been scared, not that first night or any other, but here in the rain it’s there in the whites of her eyes -) 

He deserves it, of course he deserves it, but it’s been such a relief - like a balm on a burn he hadn’t realized was there - just to be nobody here, to be simply a person and not a nightmare whispered about in the darkness. He’d gotten acclimatized (gotten selfish) to something he’d never known he could have, and now the words to bring it all crashing down are burning from the effort to keep them in.

He grunts with the effort to lever himself up - when did he fall? Are those paws or claws or hands, scrabbling on the grass in front of him? - and fails, falls, lies there trying to pant through a clenched jaw.

He just has to outlast it. Just wait it out, and no one will have to know.

“...psh.” 

A puff of steam against the cold. This one’s pathetic. 

“Are you where these flowers are coming from...?”

Who finds him is someone of the opposite--someone who’s lost well-earned and relished infamy. A robot with it’s own will and a demi-god complex who’s only worth is derived from being a more destructive force than anything it could meet. 

Scolding from his own so-called ‘father’ is even taken with pride; what would such a stupid and petty man know about what it takes to be the greatest warrior? What place does he have to pick problems with what he built? 

Bass, as far as he was concerned, was the best thing Dr. Wily has ever built. So far.

Weakness is what he is now, and he loathes it more than anything. Even back home...he still couldn’t beat who he was built to be better than. Who he was better than. Inconceivable...

There’s a soul inside of him, that’s what stirs these emotions so. 

Overblown arrogance that covers insecurity. 

The lack of nasal passages doesn’t stop the creeping of pollen, but what grows underneath his armor and inside his joints is something different. It’s gone unnoticed so far--unnatural Lichen, crawling outward.  

All Bass knows of, that whatever this is, it has to be some sort of organic virus. So he crouches down, observing the man below him with indifference. Assuming himself immune. 

“You can’t even answer me, can you?” 

[notyourforte]

// I’m not sure I’ll have enough time for more than one event thread and the three on my other blog, so I need to take it slow first. So, no rp ad for now, but maybe later..? 

Either way, if you have any ideas yourself, event or otherwise, don’t be shy to say hello, just know it’ll take me a while to respond. 

[notyourforte]

bulletrein​:

FLOWERS IN FIBONACCI, WHAT A REMARKABLE rare sight. eyes flutter, gaze practically SEARCHING and sweeping over what he thought was just barren concrete and loose gravel the night before. but instead of mankind's wicked grasp, nature has grown —- a promise or a THREAT? flowers may be more of aerith's thing, but hasn't this been what he's fought for back in midgar? so why is he so NERVOUS? he crouches down - gently before one particularly large flower.

❝h-hey … maybe we SHOULDN'T be stepping all over these lil' guys.❞

“Why does it matter?” 

A loud metal clang of Bass’ boot should have made it a pressed flower in an instant--yet when he lifts it away, it stands perfectly fine. 

“See? It’s fine. They’re probably just some dumb decoration the stars put everywhere. Unless you think they’re attached to something...in that case...” 

BLAM!

A blaster shot razes a basketball-sized burn into the concrete...and every flower in it’s way is untouched. Bass lowers his cannon and scans around. 

Nothing happens. Just the kicking up of pollen to the air. 

“Lame.” 

[notyourforte]

Crawling out of the dark, I'd like to re-app Bass from Megaman, app is either / app or under 01 Data File on the right side bar!

Welcome back!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 109!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

--mod Lyra

[notyourforte]

gleamknight​:

“Hey, watch it!”

“You see when a-”  Actually, he was above this.  “…Ask your dad, or whatever.  If you have one.  I’m not indulging you in the education human habits.”

“My interest ended when I heard the words ‘dad’ and ‘human habits’. That disgusting coward is not my ‘father’.” 

[notyourforte]

gleamknight​:

“Sex is great and all, but have you tried crying in the privacy of your own bathroom?”

“Crying? That’s beyond pathetic. Of course it’d be something you’re an expert at.” 

...

“What’s sex--?” 

[notyourforte]

grexsemxnkcy​:

At least Bass has someone to keep him company while he’s rummaging through. Here, LE10 will even HELP him get that towel. It’s only a matter of time before Deborah wakes up and starts asking questions though. 

Bass may get an earful?

Bass tries to stay quiet, but he can’t help it--mumbling and muttering as he wipes the gunk off his chassis. There’s maybe a ‘thanks for being useful for once’ to LE10, but for the most part, it’s fake gagging as he expresses his disgust for what he’s got splattered on him. 

Gross, gross, gross, gross, GROSS! 

Poor LE10 gets the dirty towel when he’s done, moving on to a real clean and polish. 

[notyourforte]

grexsemxnkcy​:

Another day, another cat nap at LE10′s Workshop. It’s evident she’s been up all night working on something. 

Just keep sleeping and ignore the clunky footsteps of a short robot rummaging through your junk for towels and cleaner. 

Don’t worry about how he’s dripping in blood. Not his, no. 

[notyourforte]

gleamknight​:

Zelos raised and examined his gloved hand before looking to Bass, “Sounds like you’re projecting there, pal.”

“As far as it concerns you: I’m all ears.”

“Shut up, you gaudy, over-decorated rat. No matter what you do, a fleshy human like you can’t compare to me! I’m the strongest warrior in the fucking world.” 

 “AND I EXIST TO PROVE IT!!” 

This is the second time this week alone that Bass has aimed his buster right for Zelos--

[notyourforte]

gleamknight​: 

“…What purpose do you serve exactly?”

“You want the real answer or are you gonna brush it off as a defense mechanism?” 

[notyourforte]

greatseedling​:

✿“i wish that we could bake a cake made out of rainbows and smiles and we’d all eat it and be happy…”

“What would that even taste like...?” 

[notyourforte]

gleamknight​:

“Brats, robot or not, should be seen and not heard.”

“I’m sorry, did I hear you say ‘The Great Bass, please shatter my eardrums with your super cool voice’?” 

[notyourforte]

“Human intelligence has a very low bar.” 

[notyourforte]

gleamknight​:

“Begging for mercy?”  Too literal, Wilder.

BBSSSSHOOM!! 

No warning shots, it’s not nearly as strong as it could be, but it’s still gonna burn. 

[notyourforte]

gleamknight​:

“Mylene Wilder moment.”  He laughed to himself, almost no one would get that.  Wait…Was he supposed to be offended?

Hold on…Let him just….

“Oh noooo~!  Have mercy on meeee, I didn’t mean to offend the biiiiig strong battle machine!”  Cough…

“How was that?  Pretty great, right?”  He’s going to die.

“Your next words better be begging for mercy.” 

The Buster is out, and as Zelos is about to find out, it’s functional--

[notyourforte]

“Hahaha...HAHAHAHAA...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”