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It was quiet out in the wilderness. A tense but somewhat peaceful quiet. The large reploid wasn't sure what to make of it, being quite a contrast to that deathtrap of a cave he'd escaped from a few days ago.

Basalt was snuffling around a small pile of large rocks, just curious to see if there was anything interesting he could find. Rough, heavily static croaks and huffs could be heard coming from him every so often, as sharp claws scrapped at rocks leaving shallow scratches in the hard surfaces.

The prototype was completely oblivious to the rest of his surroundings, and had no idea that he was currently being tracked down, as his reappearance had alerted certain parties into action.

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Two rubber chickens are left out for Basalt to find. Big letters read 'For Basalt. Squeeze us!' in decently legible writing.

When he finds them, he blinks, lowering his head down to read the note. Squeeze...them?

Lifting one of his foremost front paws, he carefully lowers it on one of the rubber chickens. He stumbles back when it makes a noise, staring at the toy for a few, tense moments.

Then his eyes light up in excitement and awe.

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Hunters and staff alike look up and around in confusion at the cacophony of noise that starts up and moves closer.

Here comes Basalt, a rubber chicken held in his mouth and one held by his clam-shell bucket tail, happily trotting by while squeezing the squeaky toys repeatedly.

This was going to go on for a few days at least.

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"When faced with a wall, why not Diggybot?" - Artificer

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It had been several days since Basalt's sudden rampage through the city.

The large reploid had remained in shutdown for most of that time after being brought back to Hunter HQ, allowing lifesavers to work without interruption; replacing parts here and there that had started melting from the heat, making sure his core was undamaged and scanning him thoroughly.

It had seemed like something had affected his code, but what couldn't be determined as there was no trace left whatsoever. An unfortunate mystery, but at least it appeared it was through no fault of his own he'd gone berserk, and didn't seem to be the Maverick Virus either.

For now, Basalt was recovering in a large medbay room meant for big reploids, and had been completely restricted to the Hunter HQ until further notice so he could be monitored closely.

After being repaired by the lifesavers, it had taken a couple of days for the big guy to initially wake up for the first time since the rampage. He'd woken up groggy and weak, perhaps only up for ten minutes before he gave up and fell back asleep for another day or two.

Second time was better. He still didn't seem to have all his strength back, but he stayed conscious. A few hours later was when he'd been questioned what he remembered, and gave the worrying answer of not remembering anything from after he'd started leaving the base. That's when he'd been told what had happened, what he'd caused.

Of course, Basalt had been devastated, wracked with guilt as he realised how eerily similar this all was to the incident that'd led to his disappearance years ago. And he'd felt worse when he'd been given silence when he asked if he'd hurt anyone.

Since then, he'd curled himself into a corner of the medbay room, feeling utterly miserable and guilt-ridden. Despite being told it hadn't been his fault, that he'd been 'hacked', it had done little to help him feel better.

He now kept his head hidden behind his tail from anyone that tried to visit, feeling too ashamed to look at anyone that had ever trusted him.

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@machinesandman

Glowing eyes under a protective helmet blinked up at the overcast sky above, a rough, heavily static coo leaving the reploid.

It had been a couple days since he finally escaped that deathtrap of a cave. He couldn't remember how he ended up in there or how he got buried, or even how long he'd been trapped, but one thing was for sure; he'd survived. It had left him a bit damaged, and a little screwed up memory-wise, sure, but it wasn't going to stop him. He’d keep going for as long as he could.

Turning his head to look at his surroundings, Basalt started just slowly walking through the undergrowth, which didn't look all that healthy. The large reploid couldn't help but shake the feeling something had happened. Something awful.

The reploid gave himself a shake and kept walking, curiosity leading him wherever something took his interest.

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🔪 Umbran

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death/dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ remembering ⋆ loving ⋆ spiders

🚧 Basalt

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death/dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ remembering ⋆ loving ⋆ spiders

🎧 Nexux

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death/dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ remembering ⋆ loving ⋆ spiders

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Tagging: @infinityrockman, @robotic-hearts-n-minds, @cybcrbully, & @rp-repliforce, as well as anyone else who wants to steal this~

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((Decided to try something yesterday evening. I often describe Basalt’s purring as similar to Cheetah purring only a good bit louder and deeper in tone. So, after listening to a couple Cheetah purring vids, I grabbed a small clip from this video; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TVTxk01aNc and edited it in Audacity so it sounds deeper.

So yeah, here’s what Basalt’s purring sounds like.))

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@irregularhunterx

It had been a decent day. He had been getting used to being outside again, after escaping that deathtrap of a cave a few days ago.

Of course, he had no idea the crash of the Eurasia into Earth had been what eventually woke and freed him, nor did he have any idea how he’d gotten stuck in a cave-in or how long he’d been stuck in there. And despite the damage he gained, Basalt was just happy to be alive and free.

He was, at least, until today.

He’d just been minding his own business, turning over a few boulders trying to find something shiny/pretty interesting. But then he’d heard a noise, and before he could properly react, cables were shot at him, winding around him and pinning him to the ground. Basalt had let out a very static-y shriek of fear with his badly damaged voice box, and tried to strain against the cables so he could run. Flee. Get away from whatever threat was attacking him.

The more the large reploid struggled though, the more cables were used to pin him down. Until it was all he could do to flail his tail around to keep his attackers, which he could now see were small humanoid reploids, from getting too close. One hit from that clam-shell bucket could knock anyone out if they weren’t careful, but really, Basalt didn’t want that.

He just wanted to keep them from hurting him, as he struggled and cried out, utterly terrified of the situation he was now in.

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☠ for both muses

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Basalt doesn’t get angry often. And even if he’s angry, it doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll get violent. When he does get angry, it comes with growling and hissing and most likely him snapping his clam-shell bucket at the instigator. If the instigator doesn’t back off, he’ll start snarling and barking low as a second warning. If things escalate from that, that’s usually when Basalt gets violent ‘cause then he’ll feel especially threatened and attacks out of self-defence.

Being an excavation-type reploid, he was never designed with actual weapons. But, he does have his claws on his front legs, so his style of attacks will be much like a bear in using his claws to slash, lifting himself up to make himself look larger (than he already is) and ramming into the threat.

He also has the added bonus of his tail, so if he’s able to get a hold of the threat with the clam-shell bucket, he’ll swing that sucker around if he’s able and slam them into the floor a few times. Like a dog with a chew toy. And, he may even YEET them as far as he can if just wants the threat to be as far away from him as possible.

Basalt typically doesn’t stop until the threat has been neutralized, usually when they’re knocked out. He really tries not to kill if he can help it.

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Umbran; Before he went Maverick, there wasn’t much that got him mad. It was mostly extreme stuff that really pissed him off; like anything to do with Sigma, or the Emerald Spears and other terrorist groups. What most didn’t know was that stuff like that made him prone to going on long rants/vents about it, just to help him get it off his chest.

But he only ever went on these rants with those he was super close to, and he always asked if it was okay for him to do so first, since he didn’t want to bother them if they weren’t in the mood/right mindset to listen to him go off. It always made him feel better when he was able to do so.

Now though, after becoming a Maverick, Umbran doesn’t have anyone to rant to anymore. So he ends up ranting to himself when he’s alone instead, which doesn’t really help at all ‘cause it ends up with him going in circles in his own head. Until, eventually, Umbran gets so wound up he snaps and goes off to do something about it. Which typically ends up with him tracking down a gang or an Emerald Spears hideout, and just slaughtering everyone.

It helps him feel better knowing filth like that is dead, until something else sets him off.

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📂 for both!

Basalt is a bit like a lyrebird in that he can learn to imitate various sounds and noises after hearing them a few times. This includes; honking in various ways, making a squeaky toy noise, various warning klaxons, just to name a few. But his favourite is bird songs. If he hears a particularly pretty bird song, he’ll spend hours learning how to make it himself, partly ‘cause he likes it and partly so he can entertain others and himself later.

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Umbran actually likes playing string instruments, since he can use his claws when he plays them. He took particular interest in dulcimers though when he discovered them as a Hunter, particularly mountain dulcimers. He did eventually own one, though he only ever played it in his room, so only a select few people knows he even played any instrument of any kind.

Sadly, he left his dulcimer back at HQ when he went maverick (he only grabbed a few small valuable things, and the dulcimer was too big and too fragile to take with him). At this point, he had no idea what the heck has happened to it, and he hasn’t played any instrument since he went maverick.

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Hunter D-Vault hears all this, takes one look- and immediately he has a camera in hand. Smirking. He is going to record all of this and then post it online.

Basalt is completely oblivious to what D-Vault is doing, too delighted in his newfound joy of squeezing rubber chickens and wanting to share it with everyone at HQ.

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16 for Umbran, 22 for Basalt

16) Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success? 

Oof, that’s a hard one. It’s switched a couple times over different points of Umbran’s life. Before Sigma’s revolt, he idealized success ‘cause he thought being successful in his missions would impress big brother Sigma, which made Umbran happy. But, after Sigma’s revolt he realised success isn’t everything, so at that point I’d say he did start idealizing happiness more.

Unfortunately, it seems since ‘going maverick’ and turning his back on the Maverick Hunters, he’s gone back to idealizing success over happiness, as he thinks succeeding in his personal goal is more important (though, most likely that’s the virus influencing him).

22) What does your character like in other people?

Genuine kindness and caring for others, as well as bright personalities that make him happy just being around them. It’s why he’s particularly close with X and Axl.

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ANGST MEME.

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🚧 Basalt

been cheated on |  been bullied  |  told a horrible lie  |  stolen something of value  |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk  |  cheated  | bullied | punched someone in the face |  been beaten up |  broken a bone  |  been admitted to a hospital  |  had a near-death experience  |  been drugged (Victorie’s ‘Succubus Kiss’ considered)  |  done drugs/substance abuse  |  smoked  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to  | bled severely  |  killed someone(?)  | had an attempt on your life  |  made an attempt on your own life  |  lost someone  |  loved someone  |  gone without food for over three days  | gone without sleep for over three days  |  been tortured  |  been slapped by a parent or higher up |  been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you | had a panic attack  |  been in a car accident  |  had sex  |  had sex with a stranger  |  passed out from pain  |  cried yourself to sleep  |  spent a whole day in bed  |  hurt yourself  | taken your anger out on yourself  |  taken your anger out on someone you love  |  been used | felt used  |  used  |  been terrified |  played a cruel game on someone  |  been dominant  |  been submissive |  been forced to smile  |  felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

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🔪 Umbran

been cheated on |  been bullied  |  told a horrible lie  |  stolen something of value  |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk  |  cheated  | bullied | punched someone in the face |  been beaten up |  broken a bone  |  been admitted to a hospital  |  had a near-death experience  |  been drugged  |  done drugs/substance abuse  |  smoked  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to  | bled severely  |  killed someone  | had an attempt on your life  |  made an attempt on your own life  |  lost someone  |  loved someone  |  gone without food for over three days  | gone without sleep for over three days  |  been tortured  |  been slapped by a parent or higher up |  been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you | had a panic attack  |  been in a car accident  |  had sex  |  had sex with a stranger  |  passed out from pain  |  cried yourself to sleep  |  spent a whole day in bed  |  hurt yourself  | taken your anger out on yourself  |  taken your anger out on someone you love  |  been used | felt used  |  used  |  been terrified |  played a cruel game on someone  |  been dominant  |  been submissive |  been forced to smile  |  felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

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"Fuck." Vile managed to say out loud, his red eye gleaming vibrantly. That canon then unleashed the charged shot at Basalt without hesitation. Then several smaller shots right after that, as Vile lunged backwards a few times. dashing in reverse. Had to regain control.

Out of pure instinct, Basalt’s shield generators powered on, his large orange-tinted shield enveloping the large reploid. It was just in time, as the charged shot slammed into it and fizzled out.

Screeching in response, the hulking digger leapt out of the way of the smaller shots and charged at the humanoid. The only warning Vile got was the shield suddenly powering down before Basalt came to a sudden stop and spun on the spot, swinging that heavy, solid metal clam-shell bucket right at Vile.

Probably didn’t help it was as hot as the rest as Basalt felt.

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Vile had managed to get himself out of the city from a different direction. Already his servos were damaged. Nothing he couldn't fix. However, what he saw? That worried him. It was another berserking reploid, huge in size and loosing their mind as well. He could recognize the tell tale signs, and his scans gave him that much. "Ah fuck--" Already his legs moved him closer, and the shoulder canon was charging. "-- Here we go."

Basalt was probably in a worse state than Vile, being completely under the Trojan’s influence and looking a little banged up from crashing into various buildings in the wake of his rampage. He was also still heavily steaming from the heat.

Thankfully, his armor had been upgraded over the few years he’d been part of the hunters so the damage wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Though, he hadn’t been using his shield generator at all, so far.

Perhaps, he’d need to now.

He could see the overpasses ahead of him, a hiss leaving him, until something caught his attention. Staggering to a stop, he stared blankly at the small humanoid reploid that had appeared. Initially, he’d been about to just ignore them as their overclocking core continued to overheat, reminding him that he wanted relief from this suffering.

But, then the humanoid was starting to move towards them, the cannon on their shoulder starting to charge. Basalt stopped and turned to the approaching reploid, eyes turning wild as the threat was recognised. He snarled in warning as his tail with that heavy clam-shell bucket swung dangerously behind him, preparing for an attack.

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Basalt was exventing heavily as he passed the last few buildings and out into the wilderness. Steam was steadily rising from his whole body from how much he was overheating, the very air rippling around him from the heat.

Behind him, the city was left in chaos as hunters and rescue teams worked to deal with the destruction left in his wake, as well as tracking him down.

It had taken him about 40 minutes to finally wind his way out of the city.

But, instead of feeling better, the large reploid screeched in frustrated rage. The claustrophobic feeling might've only slightly abated, but he still felt horribly hot, as if his insides were burning from the inside out.

Despite that hunters were closing in on him, he made a snarling roar as he started digging random holes into the ground and bucking and writhing in agitation. Then he staggered into a run again as, instead of heading further out into the wilderness, he slightly headed back into the city, heading for some of the interlocking overpasses. Perhaps thinking the shadows there might help cool him off. But it would do nothing for what was currently ailing the poor digger.

He was just a wild, frenzied animal, trying so hard to find relieve for something he couldn't even understand.