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      “ Oh, man… “ He sighs with relief, thankful       that his teammate could understand him. “ I dunno. I woke       up like this. I’m still trying to process how it coulda happened       but my best guess is it’s someone else’s doing. “ He winces,       hobbling his way towards the mechanic.    “ You think we’d be able to check the database?       We probably got some information about the bad guys we’ve       fought. It could give us clues to whoever could’ve done this. “

      It’s still interesting that such a thing has happened to his leader in the first place, though, and Otto rapidly gets distracted holding out his arm as if the bird is just like any other one. “Hey, do you want me to carry you or something? Can’t be efficient, hopping around like that -- wait, can’t you fly?”

                                                           – personals do not reblog. –

“Hey, think I could help you out?” Jinmay asked. She’s hesitant about it, but she really did want to spend more time with the monkeys– “I mean— I don’t know alot about this kinda stuff but it’s never to late to learn right?” That is, if Otto didn’t mind her being there. She’d leave if he did but–

     As for helping... He hums in thought, and beckons for Jinmay to follow as he walks over to the other side of the buggy, taking a bite out of the burger as he does so. Once he’s swallowed, he explains, “Most of it’s already done, but I could use some help with the calibration of the new weapon I put on it!” Which is just a blaster for now, but he’s maybe planning for something more complicated in the future. “Gotta make sure it shoots where it says it’s going to shoot, you know?”

“I might have a device that might help us find out…”

     Either way. “Skeleton King’s got his own tricks, probably. It would be a good idea not to let him get anything that Gibson made, though.” Not just because the evil incarnation might be able to make some use of it, but also that it would be a crime to let him put his hands on one of Gibson’s technological devices.

    “ You really think so? “ Blue eyes immediately fixated onto        Otto after the green mechanic complimented him. “ I mean, for a while        I wasn’t so sure I was even fit to be a member of the team of the team.        It’s good to know you guys think of me that way. “ He flashes a smile.        After all, how would he have considered himself a good leader if not for       his teammates? They knew what they were doing, they were the ones       critiquing the youth’s work…this helped lighten his spirits.       Chiro rises from his feet slowly, and stares out at the night sky one last       time. “ Thanks Otto. I think I’m gonna head to bed. I guess talkin’ helps       when you’re feelin’ restless. “

     He watches Chiro stand with a tilted head, and nods. “You’re welcome,” he says brightly, raising one arm in a wave goodnight. Funnily enough, the mechanic isn’t tired at all just yet, and while he’ll likely turn in later... “I’m going to stay out for a little longer, but hope you have sweet dreams and a really good sleep!”

“Where were you Otto? Why didn’t you come to help? Why did you leave me to die?”

     “What did you do to him?!” The demand came out in a snarl, as Ottoo forcibly tore his gaze away from -- from what had to be an imposter of some sort, and he lunged at the Skeleton King again, saws whirring rapidly back into motion as he lashed out, aiming to split the other’s skull in half.

“…I might’ve gone overboard, though.“

     “Oh, don’t worry about that, I can fix them right back up again! Maybe with some updates, so hopefully it’ll be harder to throw them around... Hey, what did you think of ‘em? Too easy or okay-ish?”

                    ‘ no robot competition. ‘

     W H Y

       “ BECAUSE WE DO NOT NEED TO          FIGHT WITH POTENTIAL ALLIES. “

     “All the more reason we should! It’d be like... a friendly competition! And learning about each other! And... something!”