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So what's the story with the scarf?
“... It’s Proto Man’s. I went out on a mission with some of the other Hunters to search for more survivors, and I found him. He was gone. Offline, past the point of repairs. We weren’t close, but that was still my older brother. I took his scarf. Something to remember him by. It’s tattered, worn, and dirty, but it’s also a reminder to keep fighting.”
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-throws it at his head- M!A The Truth the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth so Help Ya Holy Hardware! No matter what you have to tell the truth! ~Mirrors
“Ghh...”
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Wanna bet? -holds up an M!A ball- ~Mirrors
“... I have no idea what that is, and I don’t trust it. I can and will remain silent.”
He holds his scarf tightly.
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You can or we'll make you ~Mirrors
“You can’t make me tell you anything. You’re strangers.”
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" Hey, that's a really cool scarf ! "
“Heh... Thanks, though... It wasn’t mine.”
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So what's with the scarf? ~Thomas
“... I don’t have to tell you.”
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Elec Man pulls his scarf over his mouth. It’d keep the dirt and dust out of his systems. He walked amongst the rubble, scanning the area. He had been sent out to inspect the ruined city he once he called home. Radar showed activity, even though the place seemed to be completely deserted.
The wind was blowing the tattered yellow scarf. Elec Man lifted his head, looking to the grey sky. He could almost hear what used to be the sounds of the city... But alas, they were just faded memories.
He took a deep breath and continued on. One hand had his lightning ready, illuminating the area. The other clutched the tattered yellow fabric tightly.
There was a shuffling sound, and Elec Man turned around quickly. It... It was just a robot child. She stared at him with wide, scared eyes. The lightning dissipated, and he lowered his arms. “I’m not here to harm you.”
“Can you help my mommy?”
Oh dear. Elec drew in a breath, then nodded. “Yes, of course. Lead the way.”
She lead the reploid to a collapsed building. The child pointed to another robot that had been half crushed by the building. Elec flinched, looking from the female robot to the child. He scanned the crushed robot for signs of life, but of course there were none.
“Mommy’s been sleeping a long time,” the child said. “She must have been very tired.”
Elec winced, turning back to the child. “I’m... afraid your mother can’t be saved.” He looked away quickly the second he saw the tears well up in the child’s eyes. He flinched when she grabbed his hand.
“B-But you have to try! Please!!”
She began to wail, and Elec panicked. What if his location was discovered?!
“N-Now, now... I can’t pick up a building, kiddo. I can send a team out to see if they can save your mother, alright?”
The girl quieted down and sniffled, wiping her eyes. Elec let out a sigh of relief, offering his hand. She hesitated, then took it in her tiny hand. Elec Man brought his free hand to his audio receptor and contacted HQ.
“I found a survivor. A young female robot. I’m bringing her back.”
He lead the girl off to his ship without looking back. Too many lives had been lost. You can’t mourn all of them.
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Need help to get better at that? -gestures to the simulator- ~Mirrors
“Yeah, but I don’t get much help. X is usually busy, and I’m too... shy to ask him for help. I could ask Zero, but I’m also scared to ask him...”
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Hello young Maverick Hunter ~Mirrors
“... Hello?”
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“Aw man... I missed 50% again. I’m really bad at this whole Maverick Hunter thing. That’s probably why I’m never sent out on missions. Guess I’ll be the electric boy forever.”
He steps out of the training simulator, sighing heavily.
“I don’t think I like this whole free thinking thing. I think I did better when I was bound by my coding.”
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I am here to inform you that you are about to be bombed ~Dexter
“Don’t you think that, if you were to attack, you wouldn’t give the opponent a warning?”
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