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I just noticed I've been writing no.8 as anti-villian for the most part on this blog.
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I just noticed I've been writing no.8 as anti-villian for the most part on this blog.

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đ What is one time Shade's family impressed him?
When they all marched into the robot factory,
that, and probably when 8 see's them push their abilities more/gain a new battle skill.
"Maybe-- let's do something else!"
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"No-keep your aim on target, Beck"
The cowboy bluntly ordered.
From a couple of yards away he could see that 9 was struggling with target practice.
"See, when the wind starts to...." Shade paused and then really zoomed in his optics on "9".
"Hmph-....you're not Beck."
Huh, so the new robot master might actually be a cowboy (sort of) or fembot
*sees neat cowboy bots for the robot master contest* come on capcom- pick a cowboy

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âď¸Â to cut in front of my muse at the store. đ to sit at my muse's table at a restaurant. đ°Â to pay for my muse's meal at a restaurant. đťÂ to run into my muse at the bar. â to get coffee with my muse. đ¨Â to crash into my muse, clichĂŠÂ anime style. đśÂ to find and return my muse's lost pet. đ to go on a blind date with my muse. đĽ´Â to drunkenly flirt with my muse. đŽÂ to play games at the arcade with my muse. đ to pull my muse out of the way of traffic. đąÂ to be trapped in an elevator with my muse. đ to break into my muse's house. đ to help my muse in a physical altercation. đˇÂ to join my muse at the table after they're stood up. â to stand under my muse's umbrella. đ to steal my muse's bag/purse/wallet. đ to talk to my muse at a party. đ to move in next to my muse.
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As the kid drew nearer, the robot's tinted visors continued to watch him. Well, what do ya know? It really was just a kid. For a second he was beginning to think that this was just in fact another bot, but nope-up close Eight could see, clear as day-that this was a full flower sniffin' human.
Still- Shade said nothing when the uppity kid marched in closer with puffed up shoulders. And at his rather rightful demand for an answer, the tall robot returned nothing but a silent stare, yet he remained in place.
Again, the central red light on his hat gave a sharp distorted pinged. Prompting Eight's camera eyes to narrow in on the new arrival until he spotted it.....-the device Rey was holding. Interesting...
"Think.....-think that could use some repairing." Shade finally rasped, as he eyed the device. "Got the feelin' that thing is just about to explode on ya kid-any second now...-any second now."
Sure, the comment about the gizmo exploding had mostly been dry banter on his part, a small warning even-but the shifty sharp-eyed kid didn't appear bothered in the slightest. He held the seemingly overheating, crackling MP3 looking device like it was nothing-didn't even wince like humans often do when they hold those broiling drinks of theirs.
"....Wouldn't be the one in danger, aye?" Eight said quietly.
Still, the cowboy's stolid expression remained unchanged as the kid prattled on. Eh prankster- Shade figured. The kid must have been in the middle of something. Until again- another sharp ping reached his radar,prompting the robot to once again narrow his hidden eyes on the gizmo that was now ablaze with sparks.
"My hat? Course' it's running fine,kid." Eight muttered. "It's not the one catching in flames." Then he shifted his visors directly at Rey.
"....Now-what are ya really carrying there?"
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Heavy metallic boots steadily made their way along - searching and scanning around for the source of a sharp signal. A signal that had momentarily interrupted the boot wearerâs radar. Normally, a single ping of the radar meant another machine was nearby but- this signal was different, it had almost cut off the radarâs tracking abilities completely.
And whatever that had caused the over-sized hat to glitch had made itâs owner-curious, and he was now in search mode.
Except his search had only brought him to what appeared to be a wide open field of a park with nothing but greenery, flowers and what appeared to be some kid in a purple coat walking along in the distance. And again his radar started to react- seems like some sort of sharp electric current was messing with it again.
Yet-with no other machine in sight,murky visors followed the kid as he drew closer towards the robotâs direction. Yet, he made no effort to hide.
This was the source?
As the kid drew nearer, the robot's tinted visors continued to watch him. Well, what do ya know? It really was just a kid. For a second he was beginning to think that this was just in fact another bot, but nope-up close Eight could see, clear as day-that this was a full flower sniffin' human.
Still- Shade said nothing when the uppity kid marched in closer with puffed up shoulders. And at his rather rightful demand for an answer, the tall robot returned nothing but a silent stare, yet he remained in place.
Again, the central red light on his hat gave a sharp distorted pinged. Prompting Eight's camera eyes to narrow in on the new arrival until he spotted it.....-the device Rey was holding. Interesting...
"Think.....-think that could use some repairing." Shade finally rasped, as he eyed the device. "Got the feelin' that thing is just about to explode on ya kid-any second now...-any second now."
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Heavy metallic boots steadily made their way along - searching and scanning around for the source of a sharp signal. A signal that had momentarily interrupted the boot wearerâs radar. Normally, a single ping of the radar meant another machine was nearby but- this signal was different, it had almost cut off the radarâs tracking abilities completely.
And whatever that had caused the over-sized hat to glitch had made itâs owner-curious, and he was now in search mode.
Except his search had only brought him to what appeared to be a wide open field of a park with nothing but greenery, flowers and what appeared to be some kid in a purple coat walking along in the distance. And again his radar started to react- seems like some sort of sharp electric current was messing with it again.
Yet-with no other machine in sight,murky visors followed the kid as he drew closer towards the robotâs direction. Yet, he made no effort to hide.
This was the source?

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In the midst of using his Prism Canon to camouflage, Howlazor tripped over cloaked Countershade. With a started gasp, Howlazor turned visible and remarked "By Allspark...! Are you ok?"
"-?!"
After feeling something heavy smack against his lanky leg, the cowboy instantly de-cloaked. And looking over towards the large mechanical wolf, he frowned.
" 'Could ask the same thing-ya running from the dog catcher?"
I like to think that 8 can use those electric wires of his as lassos- he IS a cowboy
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Sometimes I think about adding shipping rules-but
8âs such a âlaser focused on missionâ stoic type of guy that trying to write shippy things for him is tricky
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With a heavy thud from his boot, Eight stepped into the rusted greenhouse. From afar it had appeared to be nothing more than a large shed or even a deserted factory of a sort, but now standing inside? He realized that this âmillâ wasnât exactly industrial. As vines and over-grown foliage covered most of its glass walls and there seemed to be nothing machine about it. Matter of fact, the cowboy could see a vast half-dead, half unkept garden spread out behind the structure.
Well heâll be darned, it really just was an abandoned garden after all. Seems like he wasnât going to find much here, not even wire. Still, he placidly made his way further inside.Until suddenly he came to a halt.
Sure, his radar was resting on his back-but he had heard it. Leaves rustling-whole lot of rustling.
âHow things should be...?â Eight said quietly, feeling the flower botâs stare sharpen. Seems like his search for deserted stockrooms had lead him to this pink ladyâs greenhouse.
And despite her amusement, he could tell she wasnât all that keen of having a cowboy guest. Still Shade kept his boots firm on the ground when the flower bot jumped down from the crashing platform.
âWhichever critter I can find,Miss.â Shade coolly replied, raising his one hand out in a bit of a surrender stance as she approached.
âBut guess- I gotta settle for flowers, eh? Yellow ones, red onesâŚpink ones.â

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With a heavy thud from his boot, Eight stepped into the rusted greenhouse. From afar it had appeared to be nothing more than a large shed or even a deserted factory of a sort, but now standing inside? He realized that this âmillâ wasnât exactly industrial. As vines and over-grown foliage covered most of its glass walls and there seemed to be nothing machine about it. Matter of fact, the cowboy could see a vast half-dead, half unkept garden spread out behind the structure.
Well heâll be darned, it really just was an abandoned garden after all. Seems like he wasnât going to find much here, not even wire. Still, he placidly made his way further inside.Until suddenly he came to a halt.
Sure, his radar was resting on his back-but he had heard it. Leaves rustling-whole lot of rustling.
Well-there was no creature in sight. Just a violet-eyed, curious, pink bot. Flower hat and all- must be the care taker of the place, Shade figured. Although it seemed like she had been away for a bit...
âYa heard right Miss, critters. Though donât think Iâll find any here, aye?â Shade replied, eyeing her as she stepped a bit nearer. Then he lifted his gaze a little at her next statement. âHunter?â He paused to chew on his dart. She was quick, wasnât she?
â....Iâm just a cowboy out on a walk, thatâs all.â Eight nodded, before turning to take another good look at the garden again. This time he noticed the thick thorns that many of the plants seemed to have. âWhat do I think?...Donât know Miss, guess those roses are spiffy, but could use a bit of clipping.â He went on dryly.
âHeh, but what do I know? Youâre the gardener here, arenât ya?â
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There were times when the radar wearing,dart chewing âbot had the need to use his day off to drift far from the bustling city, take the role of the desperado he was and step his boots into new terrain. It had become a habit of his, actually.
Now- with this particular route he had chosen, the cowboy found himself surrounded by nothing but rows of trees and ripe greenery. All was hush except for the sound of his spurs stomping along a trail that lead to a low mountain that lingered a few ways ahead. There-he had decided would be the perfect spot to set camp and-slack off. And sure the grey clouds above seemed heavy, but it didnât matter too much,he had his hat. Placidly, he began his way up the slope while whistling a bit-mimicking the bird tunes in the distance.
The stoic cowboy lifted his gaze a little when the hummingbird bot let out a shout in disbelief. For a split second her cool demeanor had cracked, she was shocked-he could tell. It seemed that his blunt honestly had only heightening Yaoltâs unease. And he couldnât blame her. She was correct, after all. He was just as much of a hunter as his gun powder- dusted armor suggested. Not of little birds-of course. But of...-other targets.
â...Just being frank, Miss.â Shade rasped. âDonât want ya getting all jittery, but donât think I can tell ya that my armor is made for gardening.â Slowly, the cowboy tucked his stubbed arm back inside his cloak. âNo- wouldnât tell ya a tall tale like that.â He drawled on. âBut I sure can answer your queries. Storm isnât stopping soon, any who.â A light chuckle escaped him.
However, her next words made him pause, yet he no longer stood in surrender. Instead, he now appeared to be leaning back on the wall across from her. âHunter? Sure, you can call me that. Some do.â The edge of his mouth curls up. â âCourse itâs for entertainment. Already said it, I get into tussles and the crowd cheers.â He glanced at her, waiting for her to further connect the dots. âNow-all that gear? My hat? Itâs for the show-for the standoffs.â He maintains his visors on her. âThink you get the picture here, Miss...â