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[syntheticbeast]

[OOC] - I miss my boy. I might revamp this blog.. Though I also want to gauge interest in it as well.

[syntheticbeast]

[OOC] - I don’t know anything about anything, and I don’t feel good being here anymore.. so my blog might end up being archived.

I still love and cherish 03, I love what I’ve built with him, how I’ve made him.. but I really don’t know what do to anymore, or even what’s going on in general. I’m so, so tired.. and it’s almost 7 in the morning for me, so I really doubt anyone is around atm. 

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Married? He just woke up from a nap.

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xaallo​:

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Glory be to Hifrandius!

Xaallo pushed the tree-stone to the mouth of the valley, dusting off his hands and glancing behind him. He’d made a trail in the earth where he’d been dragging the thing, proof of his hard work, proof his progress! Over a mile. He’d gone over his daily minimum of progress today. That reward, whatever it might be, was as good as his.

Things were looking up lately. Ziggy had reached her final form as a towering, loud Obstagoon (much to the delight of his Toxtricity, Xiiku). He’d found more of those Technical Machines to play around with later. The mountain Orhiius had tasked him with escorting the stone to was as close as it ever was. He’d touched base with the Tank unit, which meant more protection for 02, among other things.

Xaallo grinned and daydreamed, so much that he hadn’t seen the figure lurking behind the tall trees. Not until it stepped forth after it had gotten tired of watching and waiting and lurking. So heavy was the footfall, that Xaallo would feel the vibrations and when he turned to the source he’d see a familiar black metallic shell, burning blue eyes, deep set in a hungry face…

Aggrons weren’t supposed to get that big. But a steady diet of alien metals did wonders for Gallak’s growth, it would seem. Xaallo was sat on his stone, panting lightly, his brows drawn together.

“ Well,” He comments, looking upon his Pokémon’s new form. “ It looks like someone had a growth spurt…”

Gallak looked at Xaallo, guarded. Then his eyes drifted down to the stone. The Pokémon seemed to sense it’s specialness, eyeing it hungrily. Xaallo stood, still taller than the Aggron, wearing a serious look.

“ Sorry Gallak,” he said with a shrug, “ Orhiius’ gift isn’t on the menu.”

And like any bully thwarted, the denial sent the Pokémon into a rage. Xaallo would be lying if he said he hadn’t seen this day coming. It happened eventually… a young buck foolishly challenging their betters, but this ‘youngster’ was covered in rocky skin and metal scales, with twin deadly horns jutting from it’s cranium.

And not just any metal. When the Pokémon came crashing down on him with all the weight and ferocity of a meteor, Bastion rushed up to meet the blow and found itself pervious. Xaallo look at his chest plate, and found marks there, surrounded by spiderweb cracks.

Gallak had damaged his suit.

ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. . . ᴇᴛᴀ 𝟻:𝟸𝟹:𝟷𝟷

Following the coordinates he’s been given, the Tank unit moved with ease through the brush, with a satchel attached to his hip, fastened close to his body to avoid any spillage of the things he’d brought along; some treats for the Pokemon living under Xaallo’s care! Did they enjoy Pokepuffs? Beans? Berries? He had them all, had been collecting them all, using what he could to make certain to stick with natural diets.

It wasn’t until the sound of battle did rounded ears perk, his scanners picking up the fight, and the Tank was dashing forward like a bullet. There was little time for him to think; Xaallo could simply be training, or it could be something more.. In times of war, the Tank knew it was imperative to act first, as it could very well mean the difference between life and death.

The figures before him were growing closer, his destination time slashes essentially in half thanks to his urgent speed.

Analyzing battlefield . . . 

   >> Active threat detected.        >> BK - 03 activating RKS System.                   [ RKS System Engaged.]    >> Safeguards activated.

   >> Threat Identified;            ᴀɢɢʀᴏɴ - Pokedex entry #306 - dual-type sᴛᴇᴇʟ/ʀᴏᴄᴋ Pokémon    [ !Alert! - Metallic signature of target unknown, proceed with basic database ]                                           Further data to be retrieved.             Weaknesses:  WATER type                                     FIGHTING type                                     GROUND type    Initiating RKS typing . . .

The data poured forward into his peripherals, body acting on it’s own in accordance to the data he had on hand. Discs of the unit’s face began to spin with a high-pitched squeal as his typical bright-green coloration melted to a brilliant blue on his crown, feathers flaring.

    [ Type: Full became a WATER TYPE. ]

Better to start off safe. Work with what he knows. Adapt.

03 charged forward without hesitation, aiming first to force his opponent back to further assess the level of threat, head bowed forward as powerful legs shoved off from the earth, using his full weight to his advantage, hopefully to take the large beast off guard. If successful, the Unit would not fully engage, keeping himself between Gallak and Xaallo.

Stance wide, the Tank’s crown flared, his entire body appearing larger, providing further protection for the other behid him.

[ xᴀᴀʟʟᴏ! ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ? ]

03 glanced over his shoulder, pausing only for an answer; something to inform him if this threat was someone known to the alien, or perhaps another corrupted creature to be destroyed..

[syntheticbeast]

[OOC] - I’m still here, I promise! I haven’t gone anywhere! I’m just exhausted from work, and my next day off isn’t until friday. Work is kicking my ass..

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[OOC] - Still thinking about what I mentioned earlier in tags, given 03′s position as protector.. I really think giving him that opportunity to be who he is would be so good for his muse.. -grabby hands-

..the only problem with that? I’m only decent at spontaneous things, and situations that I don’t start. Because of the mix of my aphantasia and my memory troubles, I’m horrible when it comes to actually plotting, especially if it’s something in-depth and stretches on for a while.. aphantasia, the lack of a mind’s eye, makes setting up ‘beginnings’ to threads really difficult as well..

Understandably, I know that a lot of people don’t like that, so..

[syntheticbeast]

[OOC] - Still thinking about what I mentioned earlier in tags, given 03′s position as protector.. I really think giving him that opportunity to be who he is would be so good for his muse.. -grabby hands-

..the only problem with that? I’m only decent at spontaneous things, and situations that I don’t start. Because of the mix of my aphantasia and my memory troubles, I’m horrible when it comes to actually plotting, especially if it’s something in-depth and stretches on for a while.. aphantasia, the lack of a mind’s eye, makes setting up ‘beginnings’ to threads really difficult as well..

Understandably, I know that a lot of people don’t like that, so..

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LISTEN,

the very CONCEPT of bodyguards is so narratively juicy and excellent, and I don’t just mean like “character x is character y’s bodyguard so they can be in the same place and fall in love”, I mean the protectiveness, the tension of trying to balance personal and professional, the unified dichotomy of devoted guardian/loyal servant!  the power dynamic.

and even platonically speaking??  again: loyalty!!  personal/professional!!  the sheer delight of watching someone kick righteous ass in defense of their principal!!  honestly it’s even good when the two people in question hate each other.  it’s always good.  write more bodyguards into your stuff, I’ll read it.

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[ ᴘᴏᴄᴋʏ! ]

He devours an entire box at once. Box included.

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You will never have to question my loyalty.

Unknown (via nightlyquotes)

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He can sense a certain unit’s return, and so he seeks, following their signal.

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puts a silly little hat on 03

A hat! This feels.. strangely familiar for some reason.

He'll proudly wear it, especially because it's a gift!

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He can tell when something isn’t right..

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xaallo​:

“ Most of my brood are in the middling to final phases of their growth. They are more or less independent…however.” They had gotten a new arrival. They cyndaquil. Xaallo hadn’t, perhaps purposefully, learned much about that particular fire-type, “ If you have anything on cyndaquils…”

From his pouch, he produces his Omnitool. Basically a big tablet, only infinitely more advanced. Using it, he transfers the Triad’s coordinates to 03 and keeps it offered, for 03 to transfer his own information.

“ Just touch it with your claws. It’s compatible with earth-tech.”

He almost fluffs up a bit in embarrassment at 03s comment. Of course, their brotherly bond would allow the Tank such knowledge.

“ Right, yeah– I’m just–” Protective. He’d grown protective over the Lancer these last few weeks, “ – We’ve been through a lot. I’m just making sure, sorry.” A sigh. He supposes he should clarify what he means.

“02 was attacked one of Atrath’s 4. It was bad.”

[ ᴄʏɴᴅᴀǫᴜɪʟ.. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛɪᴍɪᴅ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀʏ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ sᴜʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ. ᴏʀ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ]

The Tank nodded, touching the device to allow the data to run it’s course through him, the discs on his cheeks giving a small spin as it was stored away.

The news of what had happened to his brother causes the Tank to twitch, head turning from him as he gave an irritated huff. Another failure, news that had reached him far too late, communications were becoming less and less frequent; how close had he been?

No. There was little point in dwelling on it. What happened is done.

[ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ.. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, xᴀᴀʟʟᴏ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴀʀɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴇᴡ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴋɴᴏᴡ.. ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍʏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ.. ]

He’ll have to be vigilant. Prepared for the next. Next time. Next time.. Or at least, that is what others have always told him. Tch..

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xaallo​:

So that’s where 03 had been. Right… he dimly recalled the unit saying something about being defensively oriented, much like one of his LTLs. That made sense, though a part of him wanted to urge 03 out into the fray. Maybe if he’d been here at the Triad, the whole thing with 02 wouldn’t have happened.

It was selfish maybe, to want the unit here helping them instead of so many other people in need. But, well, the buck was selfish.

“Levi already gave me plenty of books.” Which he’s thumbed through. Y’know, some of them. Was never huge on reading and would much rather figure things out for himself. Within reason, of course, he wasn’t about to tangle with ghosts and psychics without prior knowledge.

Xaallo’s ears perked. His own tail swayed, but for a different reason. Opportunity.

“ My ship is grounded here. The escape pods can be used as make-shift living areas, if need be.” He offers, “ But only for some people. 02 can be tetchy about crowds and he needs to be focused and comfortable.”

[ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ʀᴇsᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴀʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀɪsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ-ᴘʀᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍs. sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀɪᴇs, ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍᴇ. ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴀʙᴀsᴇ ɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀ-ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀᴀʟ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴡ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ɪᴛ ɪs ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ. ]

Selfless was the Tank in stark comparison, rarely skipping any opportunity he could to help, even if it meant always running about, with little if no time to spare for himself. It was simply the core to his creation, looking out for others, but simultaneously running the first lines of defense when called upon, bringing up the front charge with shields and brute force met.

[ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜɪᴘ? ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇs ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ? ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀssɪsᴛ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅs. ]

However, Xaallo’s final comment drew out a confused hum from the Tank.

[ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ 𝟶𝟸 ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴋɪɴ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ.. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴜsʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ. ]

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xaallo​:

Xaallo nods as they speak. Never alone, though that left the question of privacy. A question he wasn’t about to task– it wasn’t the time or place or really his business, after all.

“ I can’t complain. I mean, I could–” He allows, with a tilt of his head, “ – but there are more people in more dire straights. Raising Pokémon and clearing abominations leaves little time for relaxation.”

[ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɪᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ? ]

That somehow came as a surprise to him, though not a bad one at all; in fact, his tail began to sway some, flopped ears perking just a bit and head tilting.

[ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʜᴀʙɪʟɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴜs ᴀs ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴛs ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ. ]

Some little ones were quite rowdy, especially when it came to those just learning how to fight and fend for themselves; thankfully, as a Tank unit, their attacks could do little to nothing to his body, let alone his shields, though that didn’t mean he wouldn’t encourage them to try harder.

[ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ��ɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴇǫᴜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴅᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴀʙᴀsᴇ, ғᴏʀ ʀᴀɪsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ. ]

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xaallo​:

“….03?” He sounds unsure. Hasn’t spoken with this unit much, “ Haven’t heard of or from you in while. I suspected you might’ve– well. You’re here, good. 02 will be glad to hear it.”

Oh, they appeared surprised to see him. He had been absent for a time; raising as many young as he has taken in, helping to release them and relocate victims young and elderly, with all in-between was quite the task.. but he thrived.

[ ʏᴇs! ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ. ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴀʙᴏᴜᴛs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғғ ᴍʏ sᴇɴsᴏʀ. ]

Even if he wanted to, 01 could always force it back on.

[ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ.. ]