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heresathreebee · 4 years

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Garrote part 10

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez x Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word count: 3.1k words

Warning(s): Mature | Gun phobia, stalking. Diego and Healy get POVs in this one while Jazmine gets some R&R with the help from her mother. This is a plot only chapter, sorry. Previous Masterlist Next

Author’s Note: No beta reader and I’m far too exhausted to edit properly. After this story, I’m gonna adjust exactly how I format my fics. My million other fic ideas plus my debate over participating in NANOWRIMO this year have been keeping me from working on this too much, I figured it was time to put this up since the last chapter was posted in September...

The rest of the day went by with a subtle ease. The temperature was just perfect for a coat and Diego seemed to have nowhere to be. Bordering on the miraculous, it was the man himself who asked her if she wanted to go out and have fun. Feeling caught off guard, Jazmine elected to throw caution to the wind and suggest something other than a fancy nightclub to hang out in. And when Diego heard the name, his jaw dropped.

Two-Bit’s Retro Arcade.

He did not ask why (though he did scoff, but more so in amusement than derision). Julio was elated to hear the address (apparently he’d been before), and Miguel looked crestfallen to have to stay at the penthouse. The journey from ritzy apartment to 25 cent arcade felt like being washed in time, stepping backwards into her past with a piece that didn't belong in that memory.

The place was decently busy, there seemed to be no parties bigger than five. A collection of young kids took up the classics section, rotating between Dig Dug, Pac Man, and Tapper Light. The young man who played pinball every day was there. She didn't know his name but she knew his three letter handle because he had the highest score on every pinball machine in the arcade. The rest were small and easygoing groups, buying beers and gathering around prize winning claw games or Dance Dance Revolution.

"Do they have air hockey?," Diego asked over her shoulder. He was dressed down per her request, in a simple hoodie and jeans. She kept glancing at him, feeling drawn to the simplicity of liking a simple man.

"Over here." She had no intention of hiding how familiar she was with this place. Diego gave Julio a nod and the man dissolved into the background but was never out of sight. Suddenly, Jazmine became very aware that there were now at least two guns in this public space. Air hockey was... occupied. "Looks like a college tournament. Come on, we're not going to be able to play for like a week."

She grabbed his arm to guide him away, but the man didn't budge. He stared those college boys down, looking for a fight. If he started something…

"Diego. Diego! Please… it's just a game, I know a better one we won't have to share."

At last he acquiesced and followed behind, never more than a foot away. She didn't realize she was holding her breath and wondered if those guys noticed his staring… they probably thought it was normal though.

Jazmine brought Diego to the darkest corner of the arcade where nobody was or needed to pass by. If she stopped dead in her tracks, Diego would have tripped over her immediately for how close he was, but now that he had her exclusive attention, she didn't mind. She gestured to her favorite game and smiled.

"Welcome to Marvel Vs Capcom: Clash of Superheroes," she announced. "Nobody plays this version because there's a huge glitch that sometimes makes one character untouchable."

"OK." Diego wore a sly grin. No doubt he intended to find the cheat character and win all matches, but Jazmine knew all of this game's little secrets.

Unsurprisingly, Diego's first pick was Wolverine. Jazmine refrained from rolling her eyes and let him work through the board of player characters, picking her own at random and sometimes picking the one she knew would fair better against his character to make it an even game. She watched his brow grow tighter and tighter as he couldn't find the broken character. He even switched up strategies– picking the characters that looked the least strong and working up from there (the opposite of his earlier choices). At last, he picked Chun-Li, having not noticed Jazmine picked it three times already, and he glanced at her face once more to see if she reacted, but the woman gave nothing away. Not until he looked towards the screen did she crack a smile.

The way the smugness drained off of Diego's face made her smile broaden. He looked at the controls as if they were to blame, then to Jazmine and back to the screen where Chun Li had walked off of the edge of the screen. Annoyed, he leaned over the controls menacingly and waited for an explanation from the Cheshire cat grin on his partner's face.

It took her awhile to answer him– she was trying really hard to fight the bubbling laughter in her belly. "Yeah, that um… that's what I was talking about. If you play the same character four times, the game breaks. You can't be hit but you also can't hit and you need to hold down the joystick to keep from walking off the edge of the screen… if you let them get away, well… you have to unplug the whole system."

Diego looked pissed. He stared her down for so long she gulped but eventually, he freed her from his penetrative gaze. His hand slipped under her jacket and found a home at the base of her spine, and suddenly she was being whisked away towards the bathrooms.

"Where are we–"

Diego wasted not a breath and pushed her into the women's bathroom (unsurprisingly closet sized), before crowding her space to step inside and lock the door behind. Her heart began to pound against her chest as he turned and fixed her with a commanding glare. He moved as sly as a big cat, forcing her to find purchase against the tiny wood counter with the sink and leaning over her with his lips pressed to her nose.

He said something softly in Spanish that she didn't understand, but it sounded sultry and it sent a pleasant shiver down her back. She thought he was going to kiss her, but then there was something hard and heavy he pressed into her hand.

A gun.

Her eyes bulged– glancing quickly between him and the shiny dark metal of the killing contraption– and shook her head minutely.

"Take it," he said. She just kept shaking her head, hiding her hands beneath her arms and feeling dizzy, on the verge of passing out. He growled. "I wasn't asking."

If he wasn't pressed against her, she would be rocking for comfort. Jazmine did not like guns. Her eyes misted over as she whispered, "why?"

"They've been following us since we left." He slid the wretched mechanism up along her arm and let it rest just below her collarbone. "Haagen's men probably. They're getting bolder– probably by their master's orders." He tilted his head as if he was speaking of something completely mundane as he said, "did you really think those air hockey guys were college students? It's a Thursday."

Jazmine didn't mean to whimper, but she managed to keep her tears at bay long enough to touch a finger to the gun, not quite taking it, but letting him know she would. She let him show her the safety and slipped it into the back of her pants, careful not to hurt her and demonstrating an awareness of her southpaw. He was almost hugging her when he finally stepped back (as far as the little toilet would allow). When his heel clinked against the porcelain, he turned to make sure he hadn't stepped in a mess, and Jazmine bolted.

"Hello?"

There was no one else's voice she wanted to hear more than that of Lashawn Mann. Jazmine felt guilt well up alongside the anxiety that had been threatening to consume her for weeks.

"Mama?" Her voice sounded so small in her own ears. "Can I come over and see you?"

"Of course, baby. You can come see me right now: I'm at your place."

Jazmine caught a cab from Essex street home, and though Diego possessed an acute lack of awareness for personal space or feelings, he did leave her alone for a while. No SUVs with fake licenses trailed her home, no voicemails and no texts came through. She put it in airplane mode to make sure things stayed that way. She had a thought to drop Healy's hearing aid down a drain but put it in her pocket instead.

Lashawn was waiting with Hercules. The tiny bit of annoyance Jazmine usually felt about getting slobbered on washed away the instant she saw her furry grey friend. The woman plopped her butt onto the ground and let the dog run amok in excitement to see her again.

"Mom…" Hercules settled down in her lap and weighed her to the earth like an anchor for a ship at sea. "If something happens to me, will you take care of her?"

"What do you mean 'if something happens to you'? Child, I ain't heard from you in two months and you come back with that?" Lashawn sat down on the floor despite her bad knees and leaned on her daughter's shoulder. "Baby, what's going on with you?"

Estupido. She shouldn't have run away like that.

Diego was overthinking in the backseat while Julio sat in perfect silence. The driver would have preferred the radio on, but his boss demanded the proper atmosphere to brood in. Taking what little he knew of the woman, Jazmine was probably going to retreat to her apartment since he lived in the only other place she was safe. Whatever– she would return in her own time. Unless her own time hindered their operation.

We can't lose this opportunity. We are so close to Porsche and revenge. Hurry up, cariño. Make our next move.

Diego was stuck deep inside his head even as he stood with his sister hours later in yet another huge warehouse with examples to be made of. Alicia wiped the blade of her knife onto her bodyguard's sleeve, then turned the blade over to her brother.

"Finish the last one, will you?"

Diego hummed, distracted by the conversation at the edge of the half circle. He did not like what he heard. He dug the blade straight into the crying man's heart, then cut his throat just for good measure. The blood on his hands was drying before he was able to speak again. He and Alicia were sat in her limo across from each other. She tactfully ignored his piercing gaze, while he worried the stickiness between his fingers mindlessly.

"What's this I hear about you staying in New York?"

Alicia glanced coolly up from inspecting her nails. "What do you mean? Someone needs to run the business."

"That's what that idiot and your little fuck toy Dre are for. They deal with shit here while we get Porsche back, and then we go home. Together."

"No," she shrugged. "Dre can't be trusted, Diego. I'm staying, you're going back to Mexico. We can split parent: the girl comes to live with me for a while and then with you. Every month or so…?"

Diego's hands ball into fists and his teeth hurt from the pressure of keeping his jaw closed. Fucking puta, he thought as the car slowed to a stop. Exiting the car, the man pulled himself up to his full height and reveled in the brief moment of fear that registered on her face.

"I'm not your errand boy, hermana. I don't do things because you think it's convenient. And I won't be sent away like an annoying pest so you can trounce about in luxury while I'm stuck doing peasant work. Am I the only one worried about that little fucking girl?"

Through the marble stonework of her mask, he saw the cracks in her armor. "We can talk about this later, Diego."

"Do you even want her back?," he sneered.

"Stop it!"

Alicia pushed him out of her way and disappeared quickly, her entourage scurrying to follow her. Diego looked to his men to find them with their eyes cast down as if they were witness to something they should never see. He stormed away with his head full of rage and more questions than answers.

Meanwhile in a stuffy police office space, Healy was getting chewed out. His superiors figured him out, and now he was sat in interrogation with a furious pair of agents awaiting an explanation and disciplinary action.

"You took it too far, Healy," his boss said. "I mean, you have really outdone yourself this time."

"Yes sir."

"Fucking A, right!" Agent Brasa slammed her hand on the table. No doubt she was chewing a huge wad of nicotine gum and gunning for his immediate firing. "This was our case, Healy, ours. Mine and Holbrooke, not yours!"

Holbrooke remained ever brooding, silently leaning against the wall and watching the scene unfold. Though they made remained neutrally poised, he could tell by the pinch in their brow they were just as angry as Brasa. Healy had given up trying to talk to Brasa, and instead appealed to Holbrooke this time.

"You two have every right to be angry with me–"

"Oh do I??" Brasa cut in, "I didn't realize I needed your permission to be pissed off!"

"-- but I did it because I had an 'in.' I saw an opportunity that only I could have seized, and–"

"Are you really going to let him get away with this, Stahlworth?" Brasa looked accusingly at their boss, who merely scratched at his neck and closed his eyes as if keeping them open pained him greatly.

"Brasa. Holbrooke. Out. I'll handle this the way I see fit– and don't argue with me, Marie, or I'll put you on suspension."

The two stormed out into the hall, and finally Healy was able to breathe. As soon as he had been confronted by Stahlworth, he had come clean– setting up a covert op without agency permission and using a civilian to distract the perp while he slipped a mole into the organization and collected information. Brasa and Holbrooke had done amazing work– they discovered Haagen was the head, profiled the victims, and knew many of the locations of the exchanges– but they couldn't get any further to seizure warrants or when the exchanges were taking place.

Healy looked pleadingly at Stahlworth. "They didn't have the resources to cover all those locations with proper 24 hour surveillance, Jack. Haagen is always one step ahead of them– of us– anyways because someone in this very organization is on his payroll. I don't need the glory, I don't want the case to myself– I just want this fucker behind bars. If you have to suspend me, I understand, if you have to fire me, I get it– but please don't throw out my evidence. People's lives are on the line, and Brasa and Holbrooke need this info–"

"Who's your informant?" Healy snapped his mouth shut as the dreaded words left Stahlworth to hang menacingly in the air. "Healy? Who. Is your. Informant? Who are you working with? Give me a clearer picture of what you've been up to, and maybe I'll ask the DA to go easy on your ass."

Healy gritted his teeth and dug his heels in. "I can't tell you any of that. A mole for a mole, I can't afford to trust that the eyes and ears in this very room are sound. Now if you want to pass this case back over to the agents it belongs to, I just have a few conditions concerning the safety of–"

"Is this about Meghan?," Stahlworth asked.

Healy's voice died in his throat. A lump formed and he had to swallow it down before it consumed him completely. Standing from his chair, Healy buttoned his coat and came face to face with his boss.

"This is about the kids I can still save. Sir."

After LaShawn helped Jazmine pack her belongings, the daughter decided to take Hercules to the park for some fresh air. Her mother had made it clear she wanted Jazmine to move back in with her since she'd lost her job, but what she didn't know was that before Healy and Haagen, Jazmine was two months behind on rent, and she should have lost the lease to her apartment weeks ago. As it stood now, the landlord hadn’t bothered her once– so someone was paying her bills. Exactly who would remain a mystery as Diego, Healy, and Haagen possessed the means and the interest in keeping her in New York City, so she tried not to think too hard about it.

Jazmine picked a spot in the grass and let Herc off the leash. She threw a beat up tennis ball with a little cheap plastic arm and watched her happy grey pupper zip around picnickers and other dog walkers, always stopping to be petted by every little girl and boy who squealed happily to see her. The woman was jumpy and constantly on edge, but for some reason she barely flinched when Diego sat down next to her.

"I'll be honest, I'm glad you're here," she said without looking his way.

He took the plastic arm and threw the next ball watching Hercules trot over hill and dale for this throw. "Did Healy tell you about Porsche?"

Jazmine turned to see the dark bags under Diego's eyes. "He said something about a missing baby… is that what you mean?"

The man leaned into her shoulder. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, Diego."

"I want my baby back, Jazmine. I want to watch her grow up happy and healthy and loved." He turns to look at her with an expression of maturity she didn't think he was capable of. "That's why I need you. We need you. You're probably scared, but you can't be more scared than that little girl is right now."

It felt like a punch to the gut. Part of her was annoyed by his dismissal of her fear, but for the most part she understood. It wasn't hard to figure out what happened to older girls and boys in Haagen's ring, but what the fuck was he doing with babies? The thought twisted her stomach until her head ached from nausea.

Diego continued, scratching at his eye to cover the build up of tears that threatened to spill out. "Healy said he found evidence of sales for kids under 13 that looked more like adoption papers than anything. Requirements for private education and a separate bedroom, things like that. He said he has a stack with no names but six of them are around her age with the name of the adoptive parents on it. It's a start."

"It's a very good start." Jazmine placed her hand on Diego's back and let him curl into her side with a sigh. "It means she's still alive, that's fantastic... do you think Haagen noticed the papers were missing? He probably has so many…"

Diego shrugged noncommittally and dragged her down to lay in the grass with Hercules. As he did, she felt the gun in her pants dig into her back, tightening that fist clenched around her heart. She was safe for now, in this moment. But would she ever be again?

@mental-bycatch @nicke0115 @1zashreena1 @girlpornparadise @kid-from-new-zealand

#Diego Jimenez #Starz Power #Diego Jimenez imagine #Diego Jimenez x OC #three bees writing #Garrote #🐝🐝🐝✒

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thelibraryoflazy · 7 years

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Farewell, My Prologue

Thanks to this post and youtube slyly recommending me a bootleg of The Great Comet of 1812, I wrote an Ace Attorney song parody of “Prologue.” Unfortunately I don’t have enough people and musicians in my back pocket to take a stab at recording it, but here are my lyrics and original song for reference.

Enjoy!

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PHOENIX:

There’s a man carrying out a plan somewhere

And Maya isn’t here

There’s a kidnapper hiding out there somewhere

And Maya isn’t here

ALL:

There’s a man carrying out a plan somewhere

And Maya isn’t here

There’s a kidnapper hiding out there somewhere

And Maya isn’t here

And this is all in your record

You are at the courthouse

Gonna have to study up a little bit if you want to keep with the case

‘Cause it’s a complicated kind of murder

Everyone’s got five psyche locks

So look it up in your record

We’d appreciate it, thanks a lot

Da da da

Pearl!

PEARL:

Pearl Fey is young

She loves her cousin with all her heart

ALL:

She loves her cousin with all her heart

Pearl is young

And Maya isn’t here

MIA:

Mia is good

Wright’s first advisor and brightest friend

ALL:

Wright’s first advisor and brightest friend

Mia is good

Pearl is young

And Maya isn’t here

MILES:

Miles is trusting, an old friend to Phoenix

The prosecution, he’s just arrived

ALL: The prosecution, he’s just arrived

Miles is trusting

Mia is good

Pearl is young

And Maya isn’t here

And this is all in your record

You are at the courthouse

Gonna have to study up a little bit if you want to keep with the case

‘Cause it’s a complicated kind of murder

Everyone’s got five psyche locks

So look it up in your record

We’d appreciate it, thanks a lot

Da da da

Engarde!

ENGARDE:

Matt Engarde is hot

He spends his money on murder and wine

ALL:

He spends his money on murder and wine

Engarde is hot

Miles is trusting

Mia is good

Pearl is young

And Maya isn’t here

DE KILLER:

De Killer is precise

Hired assassin, extraordinaire

ALL:

Hired assassin, extraordinaire

De Killer is precise

Engarde is hot

Miles is trusting

Mia is good

Pearl is young

And Maya isn’t here

FRANZISKA:

Franziska is fierce, and harsh with the foolish

Quick with a whip, and perfect at law

ALL:

Quick with a whip, and perfect at law

Franziska is fierce

De Killer is precise

Engarde is hot

Miles is trusting

Mia is good

Pearl is young

And Maya isn’t here

Miracles and evidence, do we still have the time?!

Our Witnesses!

ADRIAN:

Adrian Andrews is anxious

GUMSHOE:

And Gumshoe is brave

ADRIAN AND GUMSHOE:

Testimonies, totally messed up

OLDBAG:

And Oldbag’s just for fun!

ALL:

Oldbag’s just for fun!

Oldbag is fun

Adrian is anxious

Gumshoe is brave

Franziska is fierce

De Killer is precise

Engarde is hot

Miles is trusting

Mia is good

Pearl is young

And Maya isn’t here

And what of Phoenix Wright?

Dear, bewildered, and hardly alright

What of Phoenix Wright?

Scared, determined, and fighting for time

What of Phoenix Wright?

And now for my commentary because I worked hard and want to write my own retrospective. If I could put a read more UNDERNEATH a read more, I would.

The original joke I made half an hour into an eight hour work shift was “And Miles isn’t here.” About twenty seconds later the weight of “Maya isn’t here” hit me, and I spent the next seven and a half hours trying to write this song parody and work at the same time (and worked more on it on and off for the next four days). I nearly changed course while thinking about the entire musical as a whole because the idea of disbarred Phoenix singing “I used to be better” is deeply upsetting. Since my gateway song was Dust and Ashes, I also considered going the Rise From the Ashes route, but ultimately kept on with Farewell, My Turnabout. Something about this musical and Farewell, My Turnabout just feels right to me.

I couldn’t find anything as succinct as ‘There’s a war going on out there somewhere’ so I settled for changing the lyric a few times. I considered making all four different, but I liked having the whole company echo Phoenix’s lines back to him. Also, most of my other takes were goofy. “There’s a cat making noise in a house somewhere” and “There’s a bear with a lens in it’s eye somewhere” felt a shade out of place (though the dream of sticking the line “Stuffed bear snatched up by Edgeworth” into this musical remains. Don’t let me take on this project). I also had “There’s a blackmail tape out there somewhere” which I do like but I feel that it’s a bit too specific for this intro.

I like how the name sequence wound up. Maya, Pearl, Mia felt appropriate. Mia was a tricky one to write because the names Natasha, Anatole, and Pierre are all HORRIBLE to work around, but I kept her description as good because she fits any definition of the word. Pearl loving Maya very much felt like a very sweet, natural fit. I stand by my decision even if loving one’s cousin makes half the internet think of the ‘localization choices’ of a certain Sailor Moon dub.

Miles is a grande dame of Moscow in part because I wanted more syllables to work with, but I also like having him a little earlier in the song to mark his importance. I left writing his piece to last because it deviated a huge amount from the original text and I also wasn’t sure where to begin. And yet, after all that consideration, I decided to make fun of him instead by drawing attention to how he’s ‘just arrived.’ Rude.

I considered keeping old-school because... it’s not wrong? What are you even wearing around your neck, Miles (and where can I get one)? A friend of mine who is partway through Rise From the Ashes suggested ‘fuchsia’ and while that is absolutely hilarious, I did already make fun of Miles once. Twice, if we count ‘and Miles isn’t here.’ I went with trusting for a few reasons. One is that this is the first time we see him talking about pursuing the truth. And he really, really, TRUSTS in that. He smiles so much in the scene where he first comes back? I had forgotten? Just how much? That’s not entirely relevant, I’m just overwhelmed because I watched that earlier. We also see him trusting in other people much more readily than before, and trust in general is a big deal in this case. Phoenix TRUSTS HIM?! OOPS I MADE THIS ABOUT NARUMITSU.

Matt Engarde’s part wrote itself (as did the chorus, oh my god. It wanted to be written). De Killer, on the other hand? THE WORST. I had more trouble with his part than anybody’s. It’s partly because his name is KILLER and assassin is so many syllables and good synonyms are hard to come by and I couldn’t make hitman work and the names Anatole and Pierre had the nerve to be in the line originally. But, I won. Take that!

Franziska had to be fierce. I wanted to use “Franziska is fierce and always perfect” because perfect has to be somewhere and I think Dolokhov’s original line about not being too important would be truly insulting to her (Show him how it’s done, Franziska). Unfortunately, I was having trouble with her second line, so I swapped things around a bit.

I threw out ‘minor characters’ in favor of ‘our witnesses’ so even though I think Gumshoe is good, ‘Gumshoe is brave’ is probably the best sentence I’ve ever written in my life. Adrian Andrews is anxious because co-dependant is a lot of syllables, and I think it’s fair to say she’s got a lot of anxiety. I feel, really, really bad that I couldn’t fit Will Powers in. I ran out of room.

Now you might be saying, “Objection! Oldbag isn’t fun!” And you would be right. It makes me laugh because CAPCOM thinks Oldbag is for fun. Why else would she be in so many games? I considered making the line “And Corrida is dead!” but ultimately decided to make the speaker a witness. And the tone doesn’t quite suit Will Powers, he’s a bit shy for the last rousing call. I’m sorry, WP.

And what of Phoenix Wright? Goodness, that was a near save. The stresses on Pierre don’t fit anything! I did originally want to keep the line “Dear, bewildered, and awkward’ intact by adding ‘at times’ to the end, but then when I went for ‘fighting for time’ in the other line, I switched out awkward. Writing that last bit about Phoenix made me emotional. I love him.

And that’s Farewell, My Prologue!

#Ace Attorney #Farewell My Turnabout #Gyakuten Saiban #Ace Attorney: Justice For All #Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 #Idk what to tag this #I don't imagine it'll get many reads but I did it mostly for the self satisfaction

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 7 years

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“at least the jury is still out on that one, so to speak”

so to speak is right, phoenix :T

“I WANTED TO KILL YOU. WAAHHHH”

ok rayfa. easy there.

aw. the dad is so strong that he cant even bear to see the murder brat sad.

hdgdhfgh im gonna die he’s trying to cheer her up by acting like the bad guy

at the risk of sounding tumblry, phoenix wright is a cinnamon roll, to pure or whatever

...is this kooraheen’s ‘happy people’?

.....i don't like it

ahlbi doesn’t get to be an assistant but he does get to carry all my unwanted crap!

“first the high priest, and then his disciple! maya fey will pay for this!”

ah yes, she’ll pay for killing off people we recently proved to be dangerous insurgents.

WHOA OK GRAPHIC

well ok there’s no possible way Maya could have killed him that night.

“they think she came down the stairs and stabbed him” yes in front of 200 praying people. no, they weren't looking up but probably the sound of a knife being driven into flesh and also footsteps may have alerted them???

rayfa wants to know how a time of death is determined, not for real... but because she wants to know what the idiot groundlings believe ?

either she’s an idiot and she doesn’t realize its completely legitimate, or the writers are still trying to make fun of religion via the “science and religion don't mix” joke which quite frankly is getting REALLY TIRESOME

ok... well I'm not scientific expert but doesn’t the body eventually reach a steady temperature? how could you determine how long the body took to cool down if it was cooled down for a long enough period of time? also, it was really cold on that mountain.

something tells me this will be useful later.

again capcom, pointing out how unlikely your plot is doesnt make it better. it makes it worse.

“I will curse you and your disciples for eight generations!”

I'm pretty sure apollo and the series has already been cursed, mrs. inmee.

every time she kisses his picture i cry

Zehlot arrived at the same time as Maya, but Mrs. Inmee is more inclined to believe that Maya is a murderer? I mean yes she supposedly killed off the other two, but jeez. Talk about favouritism.

they let us check out the trash again... simply for a joke about phoenix digging through trash. I'm not sure how to feel about this.

katchu-dehmal, eh? Pokémon gonna sue

hey um mrs. inmee

you've got a little something on your wrist...............

“Puhray always prayed a lot”

the terrible naming convention just makes that sound incredibly stupid

“She may say these terrible things, but it was just the way she was raised, I guess”

um... a lesson in tolerance i guess

“I didn’t know him very well”

you didnt know the guy you stayed with for two years?? man i guess Puhray really did pray the most.

i love that theyre mentioning ramen and burgers

and also that phoenix is offering to buy for maya

its the little things that make this game liveable

everybody loves steel samurai!!!

“Whooops... its coming undone... WHOA!”

yes, it is indeed a very sexy picture. nice legs.

“tentacled hag frog”

what is this, last airbender??

“a spirit’s memory is cut off at the moment of death”

well of course. that’s how Mia was able to come to court knowing what was going on and being able to set phoenix on the right direction!

genius retcon there, guys. I guess that’s why Mia doesn’t make a comeback in this game :/

“helped neighbouring countries seek counsel”

actually thats an interesting callback to the original games where they state that before DL-6, Misty and Kurain village were famous for helping out people in high places. this i do not mind so much.

... though i doubt this would prevent you being invaded, Kooraheen. Also considering she mentions ‘keeping their unique culture’ as an aside to that fact, and the fact that a lot of this fictional country is based off of Tibet... Ouch.

“ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS!!!”

hey, there’s that ol’ Khumerican spirit!

“so the queen can perform the dance of devotion? that’d be a sight to see”

Phoenix stop imaging the queen in a mini skirt.

“theres no reason to panic, the police are on his trail”

the police that let him run on foot out of a crowded courtroom.

id say you can panic now.

in exchange for his visual youthfulness, phoenix has physically aged considerably.

meanwhile, Gregory Edgeworth was rocking major wrinkles at 35 and he was fit as a fiddle.

Oh Capcom, when will your beauty-based cruelty end??

are we legit going to search for Datz

ok now i rly wanna hear what a Warb’aad sounds like.

further proof that phoenix is a huge carnivore. i am pleased.

boy kooraheen isn't very accessible is it. stairs everywhere

i love that no matter where he is, phoenix is always buying food for children.

alright enough fun stuff. into the absurdly spacious sewer we go!

I'm legitimately laughing my ass off why is it so funny that Ahlbi didn’t know his dog could track scents????

AAA WE’RE IN

WE’RE IN A FUCKIN SEWER

IM YELLIN

...oh my god no... i stg... dont you dare

OH GOD

OHHH GOD

fuck....

i dont know who’s stupider: the rebels or the police

he... can eat... an entire apple... that is half the size of his face... in one bite.

this, truly, is a man to be feared

ranger hobo, your new nickname is Potential Vore Machine

>phoenix likes apples

further proof he is a good boy

wow thats even worse

i thought they’d just put their base in the sewers, but no; their base is an OLD LAW OFFICE AKA THE FIRST PLACE YOU’D LOOK FOR LAWYER REBELS

again, not sure who’s stupider: the rebels, or the police?

“public enemy #1 is a lawyer? didnt see that coming”

clearly you expect more from this game, phoenix

“Im gonna sell out my best friend!”

>doubt

OH OK NEVER LOOK SURPRISED AGAIN CLOSE YOUR VORE MOUTH JESUS CHRIST

if he wasnt a rebel anymore he'd have kicked your ass since youre a lawyer, phoenix. its not that hard to put together that he’s lying. ...for some reason.

LAME. YOU cant show him your badge??? bullshit.

fucking christ even when he whistles his mouth is larger than it should be.

he really is rebel!larry isn’t he

so Dhurke has a power glare, huh?

GLARE OFF WITH EDGEWORTH, GLARE OFF WITH EDGEWORTH, GLARE OFF WITH EDGEWORTH

“is this a law book? the dragon’s mark has been branded onto the cover...”

pfffttt edgy

hmm. must be a new law-book if the defence culpability act is in it, since if i remember correctly that law was only recently introduced.

i love that Dhurke’s shit is just everywhere in this stupid house

...no way is he actually doing to

i...

i can’t even say punk’d. Phoenix, why would you try on a jacket that once belonged to a rebel leader while inside a rebel base that you’re not even sure is friendly to you?

like i

sense of preservation just goes out the window at the idea of looking cool?? actually to be fair that kind of makes sense for Phoenix so

phoenix you should take it home and get it dry-cleaned.

“hmm this is an old photo...” says phoenix looking at a photo that’s as bright and shiny as the day it was taken. also he correctly guesses that it was taken 20 years ago based on... what evidence??

actually if he actually acknowledged that thats OBVIOUSLY APOLLO THERE then he’d have an actual metric to go by but NOPE! just bullshit magic deductions!

yeah or Nahyuta’s pulling a long game and you assholes are too impatient

i cant believe I'm defending sadmad :/

WAIT A SECOND. ARE YOU TELLING ME....... THAT KID WHO LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE APOLLO....... IS APOLLO?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

somehow Datz carried Phoenix through a tiny trapdoor and into this room huh

yay psyche locks!

YES!!!! YEEEEES!!! I GOT TO PRESENT MY BADGE

Soj... you may not be... completely horrible.

yeah phoenix, he was going to stab you if he thought you were on the side of the Queen

feel even stupider about that jacket now?

“Keera was working with the government the whole time?!”

well i mean what other motivation would they have? even if they were doing it for religious reasons that still lines up with the government’s intentions.

this whole thing has a blacklisting smell on it too.

“a lawyer killed the queen, so the public turned against lawyers”

if that was how things worked, America would loath actors.

“why does he have to jump like that before running off”

cause he’s a cartoon character

“Well I guess we’re friends now”

oh phoenix

my lonely baby

also where the fuck is Shah’do? That dog is a better policeman than every official in Kooraheen.

and i love that nobody notices people entering and exiting a sewer in broad daylight.

well that was exactly where i thought it was

WOW GOOD GOING PHOENIX YOU DUMBFUCK

“HURRRHH I THINK ILL GO FIDN TH SOOPER SECRET REBEL BASE WITH THE FUCKING PRINCESS IN-TOW. GENIUS!!!!”

OH YES, AND THEN TELL HER EXACTLY WHAT IT IS. AND THEN LET HER COME INSIDE WITH YOU WITHOUT THE INTENT TO SHUT HER UP

BRILLIANT!!

PHOENIX WRIGHT, TRULY THE REBEL’S GREATEST ALLY.

ohhhhHHHHHhhhh

well well well well well well

this is interesting

“I think I’ll take a picture of this super secret rebel base”

hhhnnngghhhh

search every nook and cranny eh

“if the rebellion ever happens, i hope its bloodless”

while that’s sweet of you phoenix, you can count on it now, sincE YOU’VE REVEALED THE SOURCE OF THEIR WEAPONRY TO THE ENEMY

“What’s this? A bloodstain?”

Hope it is not Chris’ bloodstain...

CURSED NOISE

TURN IT OFF!!!

this is where capcom hides characters they don’t like

Klavier is somehwere in this room....... festering

well we’ve come to the end of another investigation

tbh I'm starting to get into the storyline, though it still doesn’t feel like an Ace Attorney game

it’s more like... it’s like someone took their Ace Attorney AU and made an entire game about it. It’s got some cool points to it, but all in all, it just doesn’t... fit, I guess?

Oh well. onto trial #2 and saving Maya’s butt once again

#ooc #sulking over SOJ #not too bad this time apart from a few choice bits :T]

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Rockman - Exciting Times in L.A, Ch. II

Chapter 2 of "Exciting Times in L.A," a Mega Man fan fiction story.

Notice the big, near-week gap between the "written" date of the first chapter and this one? Yeeaaah… that happens when you write so much that you burn yourself out. And, that's precisely why this wasn't written – much less posted – on or around June 6th.

Word count: 3,710 – Character count: 21,523 Originally written: June 11th, 2019

After confirming their suspicions, Rock and Roll are greeted by the face of an old friend… with some new upgrades.

Rock/Megaman, Roll, Rush, King, Albert W. Wily, Mega Man/Rockman, and related characters and properties created by and © Capcom Co, Ltd.

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The walking tour of Los Angeles had come to a sudden end. Dr. Wily had shown his UFO and a visit from Bass only confirmed the suspicions that he was up to no good – at least, for the “Light Twins,” Rock and Roll. The former was getting in contact with the Light Labs compound via wireless communications while the latter made a call on a cellular phone.

“Auto’s locking in the teleport coordinates…” the robotic hero in blue told his counterpart. “Any luck with the doctor?” “No… He’s not picking up!” She gave him a worried look. “He’s either already giving his speech, or…” “Auto!” Rock turned away, putting his fingers to his helmet’s earpiece. “Hurry, please!” A couple of seconds later… a bright beam of rust-colored energy shot into the area, landing across the street from the two. Once the energy stabilized, it formed into the familiar shape of the Light family dog. “Thanks, Auto!” the boy called. He turned his attention to the robotic dog running through the crosswalk, then called, “Jet Mode, boy!” Rush gave a light bark before leaping into the air. The two watched as his hind legs curled up, his front legs came to rest near his lowered head, and his body flattened and squared, somewhat. Not long after, he flew a circle around the two before landing in front of them and giving another chipper “woof.”

“Stay here, Roll. I’ll–” But, before Rock could even think about finishing that thought… “To the convention center, Rush! Full-speed!” Roll had jumped onto the jet-dog and instructed him to fly… which, much to her brother’s dismay… “Awooo!” He did! At least… after he hopped on, as well.

“Roll! No!” he told the girl shortly after take-off. “It could be dangerous! What–” “I’m gonna kick that jerk with the dumb fins in the butt so hard!” she countered with a scowl. “That’ll teach him not to be a potty-mouth!” “But, Roll…” “Then, I’m gonna slap that evil Wily for messing up our plans! We were having so much fun… How dare he come here and show his ugly moustache where he’s not wanted!” He gave a blink. She clearly wasn’t listening… “Why can’t they just mind their own business, for once?! Why can’t they…?” He blinked, again. Roll – who had hugged him after he boarded their transport – was hugging him a little harder… but, he knew it wasn’t because Rush was flying at top speed.

“I– it’s okay, Roll!” Rock smiled back at her before saying, “We’ll beat Doctor Wily and save the day, just like always! Then, we can go back to seeing the sights of L.A! In fact…” When he nudged his head downward, the girl gave a look… only to gasp, a second later. She’d been so focused on ranting that she hadn’t noticed… “We’re… we’re so high up! And… L.A. looks so peaceful, from up here!”

“I hope we’re here during the night…” When Roll heard that, she tilted her head. “Why?” “You know those nighttime pictures of L.A?” Rock asked. “Where it’s all lit-up and stuff?” She paused before telling him, “Yeah?” “Well… imagine getting to see that for real!” The girl gave another gasp, her eyes going wide. “Oh, gosh…! I hadn’t even thought about that!” “We’ll have to ask the Doctor about it… after we go see if he’s okay!” Her bright smile and confident nod filled his heart with happiness. But, that happiness was a short-lived experience. “Step on it, Rush!” “Wurf!” He knew they had a job to do.

Before long, the trio had come upon the L.A. Convention Center. While the view from above was certainly lovely, it simply did not do the building justice. It wasn’t until they landed that they could truly take in just how large everything was.

Spanning roughly three city blocks, the entire convention center was comprised of a number of buildings – three main ones and a handful of smaller structures. To the south was a massive, quarter-circle-shaped building that must have been a few stories tall, but spanned infinitely more space across than that. Neither Rock nor Roll could even see the other end from where they’d landed and, as they stared… a question arose. “Where’s… the main door?”

Rock looked around… but, he couldn’t see anything that looked like a normal door. There was, however, something right in front of them that he did recognize. “I… think we landed on the wrong side of the building.” Roll curiously blinked before taking another look. “Hmm… All those big trucks were probably a giveaway, huh?” They sheepishly grinned at each other. Neither one of them had really planned for the encounter, and neither of them knew how big the area was. So… “Up, boy!” They hopped back on Rush and surveyed the area a little closer.

A second look around told them that they did, indeed, land near the loading-and-unloading facility of the main building. But, a slow sweep around eventually led them to the right side and, as they came down to the entrance… all-at-once, Rock went wide-eyed. “This is where they have E3, every year!!” The girl standing behind him leaned around. “What?” “I don’t know why I didn’t recognize it!” her companion half-grumbled. “I watch E3 every year! It’s so cool, seeing all the new games before they come out!” The boy looked on, dreamily smiling. The girl, though, was decidedly less impressed.

“Focus, Rock!” Roll scolded, redirecting his attention. “We need to get in there and–” “Actually… I think the expo is at the other building.” “What?” She blinked before asking, “Why?” “Because of the sign.” Standing in front of the doors of the South Exhibit Hall was, indeed, a big sign on a tripod which read, “Technology Exposition at West Exhibit Hall.” “O-oh…” The girl paused… then, she shook her head. “Up-and-over, Rush! Please, hurry!” With another bark, the trio flew up, over the building, then landed at the other one which was a surprising distance away.

The West Exhibit Hall – which was… ironically… to the northeast of their previous location, wasn’t nearly as impressive as the South Exhibit Hall. For the most part, it was just a big, boxy building with few decorations and a lot of solar panels on it. Though it wasn’t quite as big as the other… it was definitely big enough for just about any sort of event either of them could think of, including… “‘Technology Exposition!’” The advertised expo where Dr. Light was attending.

“‘See the Future of Technology, Today!’” Roll read aloud from a large banner hanging above the main entrance. “‘The future of technology…?’ What are we? Chopped liver?” “I guess there’s still a lot more cool stuff they can do…? I dunno! Thanks, boy!” The two stepped off of Rush and he shifted back into “dog mode” with a bark. “Roll, try calling the Doctor, again. I’m gonna head inside and–” “Oooh, no!” she said, interrupting him with a sharp tone. “I still wanna teach that foul-mouthed brat a lesson!” “Roll… don’t take this the wrong way, but…” He rubbed the back of his helmet and took a hard swallow before telling her, “You’re just a little girl.” “Little– ‘little girl?!’” He winced as she shouted at him. He’d been expecting it… but, it still startled him. “I am more than just a ‘little girl,’ Rock!” she huffed with an angry, pouting face. “I can kick just as much robot butt as you!” “W-w-what I mean is…” He hesitated. “You don’t even have any weapons? Y– yeah, weapons! You, um, can’t fight without weapons!” Roll just grinned, leaving him to wonder why. At least… “Rush!” She called to their robo-pup, again.

Rock blinked in surprise, watching the canine unit leap into the air and change into what looked like ordinary chest armor. Suddenly, he realized… “No, wait!” But, it was too late. Roll had taken a pose, raised her hand into the air, and with a bright flash of light… she was standing before him, not as a “little girl…” but, as something new, yet familiar, pounding her slightly-larger fists together and grinning. “I wish you hadn’t done that, Roll…” “Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to ‘get equipped!’”

Seated over Roll’s hoodie-dress was a chest-piece which was orange-red in color. It had a white square sticking out of its middle-top and gray area with four segment lines below that. The armor came equipped with massive shoulders which housed familiar, yellow energy ports and little, red bolts on the sides. It also came with a pair of wrist-braces which were red on top, segmented-gray on the underside, and ended in dog paws which hung down over the wearer’s knuckles. There was no doubt, in Rock’s mind, about what Roll was wearing…

She was wearing the Rush Power Adapter. And, she intended to use it.

“No, I didn’t want you to ‘get equipped!’” the robot in blue told her with a deep frown. “I wanted you to stay safe! Do you even know how to use that Adapter…?” “Rush and I have been practicing!” she proudly exclaimed. “Watch!” The boy-robot blinked, watching his counterpart throw a few jabs and a couple of heavy punches, bobbing and weaving like a professional boxer as she made a show of things. “That’s… that’s nice, Roll, but–” “Shoryuken!!” He stopped in his tracks, going wide-eyed as Roll suddenly leaped into the air with a powerful upward punch. There was an aura of energy surrounding her fist and it even seemed like the attack even amplified her jump height, somewhat. He was really surprised. In fact… “I… I didn’t know Rush could do that!!” He was a little starry-eyed with admiration.

Roll grinned as she landed, taking a familiar, cross-armed pose of her friend’s favorite Street Fighter character, her hair and ribbon billowing in a sudden gust of wind. “Wily’s gonna have to defeat Sheng Long, to stand a chance!” she told him with a grin. “I wanna try!! Rush, disengage and–” He winced, closing his eyes. Roll had thumped his head – though, only hard enough to get his attention. When he looked, again… he noticed that she was scowling at him. “Focus, Rock!” she repeated with a stern voice. “We’re on a mission, here!” “R… right– wait, no!” he corrected as he remembered, “Take Rush off! I want you safe!” “But, Rock…” The girl hugged herself, offering the sweetest sort of smile as she told him… “I’m already super-safe in my warm puppy-hug!” He blushed a little. The way she’d said that was so sweet and innocent… yet, seeing her standing there, wearing power armor, still made him worry. “Relax, Rock!” She smiled, standing at-ease before patting him hard enough to make his helmet slip down. “Power Roll is here to save the day!” “But…” he quietly murmured as he fixed his helmet, “who’s gonna save Power Roll…?” “You? Duh?” She giggled, then she cleared her throat. “Let’s head in, huh?” He didn’t like it, but… he didn’t see any way to talk her out of it. So… “R… right.” They headed to the entrance. Together.

“– tools, not ‘friends!’” was the first thing they heard as they opened one of the doors. They both recognized the voice, but Rock recognized the message: Dr. Wily was on the public announcement speaker system and broadcasting his usual anti-AI propaganda… “It’s a waste of time, energy, and most importantly… money!” he continued. “We shouldn’t be allocating resources to write and re-write meaningless programs that simulate humanity! We should be focusing on improving the functionality of the robots, themselves – making them faster, stronger, better! Fellow scientists, I give you… the Doctor Wily Double Gear System! Patent pending.”

“The ‘Double-What’ System?’” Roll asked as she and Rock snuck inside… though, as they quickly noticed, it didn’t really seem necessary. There were a-hundred-and-one empty booths and exhibits which should have been showing off the latest-and-greatest technology of the day… but, there wasn’t a single human or even any intelligent robots anywhere to be seen. The entire exhibit hall… was completely devoid of anything that could have told them what was going on.

“I don’t like this…” the boy-robot said as he stood up and looked around a little more, inadvertently ignoring his teammate’s question. “Where is everyone…?” “Maybe, they’re all in the stage area – wherever that is?” Roll guessed, speaking over the voice of Dr. Wily… who was carrying on about his new device, from the sound of it. “Do you think Doctor Wily rounded everyone up just to make them listen…?” “That seems like something he’d do… but, he wouldn’t leave himself unguarded.” “What do you mean, Rock?” “Well…” He gestured toward the exhibits. “There’s usually at least a few random robots guarding the area. A Roader team… a Sniper Joe unit… something! But, there isn’t even something like a little Met! So, either Doctor Wily’s getting sloppy, or…” “Or… this is a trap?” “Yeah…” He paused, then he blinked. “Roll, did your voice get deeper, for a second…?” “Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?!” she huffed, giving him a dirty look. “I didn’t even say anything!” “No, but I did!” “Huh?!”

Both robots turned their attention in the direction of the voice. When they did… “Gah!” All of the overhead lights turned off… only for a spotlight to appear over Rock. “Ladies and gentlemen,” they heard Dr. Wily call over the speakers, “let’s welcome our very special guest to the exposition! It’s ‘The Blue Bomber,’ himself… Megaman!” “Doctor Wily!” Rock shouted over a recording of applause. “Show yourself!!” “And, introducing for the first time… for the last time,” Wily continued after a moment, “the new-and-improved version of my most brilliant creation! Let’s give a big round of applause for the one… the only… King II!” “‘King?!’ ‘Two?!’” Another spotlight appeared in the distance, revealing a tall, imposing form that the hero-‘bot hadn’t seen in a long time…

Standing with his back to them was a figure which wore a headdress made of two ax heads on a golden helmet. His royal-blue cloak covered the rest of his body… until he threw it aside and turned around, that is. Dressed and decorated in golden plate mail armor, the figure stood under the spotlight, shining and sparkling like the radiant ruler he was intended to be, his blue cape waving under an artificial breeze and his piercing, blue eyes leveled right at Rock.

“King, it’s me!” he called as he stepped forward, “Megaman!” “I know who you are!” a powerful voice boomed across the room. “You are the enemy of my people… the enemy of my master!” He drew his cape away from his other arm and, with a flash of light, a long pole materialized in his waiting hand, a spike on both ends and a large, half-moon blade appearing at the top. Rock recognized it as King’s signature halberd-style pole-ax… the same weapon his lost brother, Protoman, had once been felled by. “Bow down before your king!” the significantly-taller figure ordered as he pointed a blue hand toward his enemies. “Bow… or perish.” “What’s wrong with him, Rock…?” Roll asked, snapping the hero out of his daze of disbelief. “You don’t think Doctor Wily brainwashed him, again… do you?” “I… I don’t know…” was all he could say, not knowing what to think…

“Well?” King impatiently asked. “What will it be? Serve your liege… or, be cut down by your superior?” “You’re supposed to be our friend!” Roll suddenly shouted back. “Megaman helped you see that violence never solves anything! Besides, why would the King of Robots wanna help a smelly, old human who just wants to take over the world?!” “Silence!” was the monarch’s answer. “You shall not speak ill of my master, girl!” “Wily’s just using you! Again!” she countered and an angry look. “Snap out of it!” “I was built by Lord Wily for the sole purpose of leading the robots to a bright, new future in which they do as they’re told and serve mankind! If you cannot see that, ignorant child, then you shall be the first to fall under the New Wily Order!” “Just try it, you gold-suited bully!!”

With a series of loud clicks, all the lights of the area turned back on. Not long after… high-energy music started pouring out from the speakers, causing the two child-like robots to look at each other in confusion. Shortly after, they both looked back at King. He was making another speech…

“Bow to your ruler or fall to your superior, it makes no difference. Either way…” The large robot twirled his halberd and struck a pose before saying… “You will submit to your King!”

Both Rock and Roll watched as King took one mighty leap across the expo center, then both scattered as he brought his weapon down, cleaving the floor with an explosive burst of energy! Not a second later, his attention turned to the latter as she scrambled to get to her feet. “Stupid… heavy…” she grumbled before freezing, wide-eyed. “Perish.” King had taken another leap! “Roll…!! Look out…!!” His pole-ax was heading right for her face! The girl-robot, cried out, closed her eyes, and in a blind panic, brought her hands up in front of her! Not long after… the ax hit her.

“What… what trickery is this?!”

When Roll opened her eyes, again… she noticed that she was staring down the blade of an ax-head which was crackling with green energy. She also noticed something else… “Oh… oh, my gosh…!” Without meaning to… she’d, evidently, caught the weapon between her hands and stopped it, cold! Or, maybe… Rush did? She wasn’t sure. Either way, she knew she’d prevented the attack. And, in doing so, she suddenly realized… as scary as he seemed… “Roll Upper!!” She could take the self-proclaimed “King of Robots,” herself!

After taking a pretty hefty blow to the face, King flew high into the air. Embarrassed and confused by his slip-up, he flipped over, his cape violently whipping around him, then he landed on his feet, some distance away. “Impertinent youth…” he vocally spat. “Have you no respect for the Order?!” “‘Order,’ eh?” She grinned at Rock, giving him a wink. “Who does he think he is?” “I am your King!!” the majestic robot shouted, clearly offended by her disrespect. Rock was trying not to laugh as he heard her say, “Well… I didn’t vote for you!” “Y–” The self-proclaimed monarch nearly fell over. “You don’t vote for kings!” Roll was having a hard time containing her own laughter as she grinned and asked, “Well… how do you become ‘king,’ then?” Infuriated by her query, King roared at the girl, “I was created to be king!!” while spinning his halberd with both hands and charging. He’d clearly had enough of her sass. “That’s not the next line, silly!”

Roll laughed as she hopped to one side, letting him smash into – well, through – several exhibits. The king roared as he cleared the debris from his crash site and charged, again. “You will taste the blade of the golden ax, Bash!” “Your ax is named ‘Bash?’” She laughed even harder as the temperamental monarch whiffed another swing at her. “Shouldn’t it be called ‘Chop,’ or ‘Cutter,’ or–” “I will fell you like so much timber, you insufferable little upstart!” “So, you’re Cutman, now?” she taunted as the crackling blade missed her not once, not twice, but three times! It wasn’t that she was fast… no, not in that armor. King was just getting that frustrated by her ongoing dialogue!

“Go, Roll!” Rock cheered as he watched his sister show up King. He’d felt uncomfortable, sitting on the sidelines… at first. After watching Roll handle herself so skillfully, though… he didn’t see anything to worry about! Plus, he believed in fair play, anyway! Unfortunately… the next person to speak didn’t seem to have that same mindset.

“King II!!” Dr. Wily’s voice suddenly called from the speakers. “What are you doing?! Use your new upgrades and destroy that little girl!” “In due time, Lord Wily!” King called back as he took another swipe at Roll. “I wish to lull her into a false sense of–” “You’re not fooling anyone, you incompetent robot! Oh, you’re almost as bad as the first King! Now, stop fooling around and activate your Double Gear System!” King growled under his breath… then, he leaped back from the fray. “Giving up?” Roll panted with another grin. “I can keep going all day!” Though she’d said that… she was actually bluffing.

Rock had been right to worry about her using the Power Rush Adapter – it wasn’t intended for her and, though she had no problems using it… the armor was starting to put a strain on her body; every movement she made was slowly draining her energy and, if she wasn’t careful… she’d end up passing out from the strain.

“Speed Gear…” “Sorry? What– yeek!!” “Roll…!!” Rock gasped, watching as King suddenly appeared behind his sister, knocking her legs out from under her! Before he could even blink, he heard her scream, fly across the room, and crash into a random pile of folding tables! From what he could tell… the lightning-fast monarch had kicked her. But… he hadn’t seen him move, much less attack! He couldn’t understand it!

“Ch– cheap shot!” Roll cried as she got to her feet. “I–” “Power Gear!” Her eyes shot open. King was glowing with power! Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her and steadied herself, ready for another attack. And, shortly after the larger robot took a violent, crackling swing at the floor… “Roll! Look out!!” “Aaaaahh…!!”

Once again, Roll was hit by a powerful attack from her opponent – a nasty shockwave of energy that propelled her through several other exhibits, only to come to a clattering halt in another area of the conference, entirely! “Why, that…! O-ouch…” She was a little damaged and felt kind of embarrassed and angry – with herself – for not dodging such a slow-moving, powerful attack. Berating herself would have to wait, however, as something infinitely-more-important drew her attention shortly after her broken landing…

“Behold, the genius of Doctor Wily!”

#fan fiction #Mega Man #Exciting Times in LA #commercial characters #Rock Light #Megaman #Roll Light #Rush #Albert W. Wily #King #action

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