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- Indie X from Mega Man X! - Highly Selective, Crossover/OC Friendly! - 6+ Years RP experience! - X-Series exclusively! I do not, and will not, have a verse for Zero/ZX series X! - Sting Chameleon is the best song. - Uses a little bit of everything canon-wise. Maverick Hunter X, mostly.

- For those of you who don’t know the series, X is NOT Mega Man. X is a separate character.

---- Anonymous said: ... I just noticed your Crack tag is Mega Man X7. That is *amazing.*

                                                『 X:\Sources>bootrec /convo 』

                 "Oh. I… See.”

                 K1-B0′s response was terribly muted considering the magnitude of the news he’d just received, but what else was there to be done for it? To be told that he’d woken up over a hundred years after destroying the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles was a shock of course, but was it really any worse than anything he’d already gone through? He’d been told that his entire world, his hopes, his dreams, his goals and desires were all made up and written out for him by someone else. That his memories were falsified, that his beloved father had never existed to begin with, and that he and his classmates were to kill each other for the televised entertainment of millions of people the world over. That he had been created explicitly to further their entertainment and to broadcast a snuff-film-turned-hit-tv show through his eyes. The realization of the implications that X had given him were a sharp blow to his already tattered emotional state, but after everything else he’d gone through it almost made sense. It was the logical next step to the trauma conga line he’d been dealt, wasn’t it?

                 It wasn’t… The worst news. There was next to no chance that any of the others had managed to survive for so long, and the thought brought a sharp, horrid ache into his chest, but there was still the chance that they had lived. If they had gotten away and lived long, happy lives outside of the killing game, then even if it were all without him it would have all been worth it, right? He’d meant to sacrifice himself anyway. He was created to be the Ultimate Hope Robot, wasn’t he? His programming wouldn’t allow him to lose hope.

                 All the mental self-reassurance in the world couldn’t stop his knees from quaking and his lip from quivering anyway. K1-B0 lacked a true crying function and was physically incapable of shedding tears, but his eyes still quivered, and he still made a strange, quick sound not unlike a stifled sob. Everything was going to be fine — he couldn’t break down in front of a stranger. Professor Idabashi would just tell him to—                                     — Professor Idabashi didn’t exist. Team Danganronpa built him. The sounds he made were mechanical, harsh, jarring, like a dial-up tone creeping ever-closer into a fever pitch cacophony, but from the way his shoulders shook and the faraway look to his unfocused lenses it was clear that he was, to the best of his physical ability, crying.

                 "… I… I s-see. Th-Thank you… I don’t… Have anything to repay you with. I can answer whatever questions you have, but… Has it really been that long?? I’m… I don’t mean to accuse you of presenting me with false information, but it’s just a lot.”

                                                             『 X:\Sources> 』

---- Something about the way Keebo initially responded... that deadpan, muted tone... it somehow hurt worse than the idea of seeing him cry or mourn. Like he was used to this level of grief or disappointment. As someone who’s been through hardship after hardship, carrying the fate of the world on his shoulders, X feels as if he could relate... but at the same time, he has no idea what sort of tragedies befell Keebo. Surely something horrible, given the fact that he was unearthed in ruins, human remains present, and seemed horribly shaken by the fact that he couldn’t find these people.

      Of course, that only worsened, as X noted his posture worsen, and his lip tremble with tears that never came. Older model... probably couldn’t simulate tears as well as a reploid could. But the sentiment was all the same, and X understood just fine what the body language meant. Hopefully he could help the poor robot find closure, but given the apparent timespan between the fall of this building and the erection of practically a whole new world? Again, X isn’t hopeful. The ones in the picture looked to be teenagers, so if one of them had a particularly healthy life, then... maybe. Just maybe ONE of them was out there, holed up in a nursing home somewhere. But, X was incredibly doubtful of that possibility. Humans... don’t live that long. Nowhere near as long as reploids, or even the robots of yore, apparently.

---- “ I’m... I’m sorry. ” His own expression falters a bit, and he has to choke back something, likely the very same tears that the Ultimate Robot couldn’t hope to shed. X was far more capable of crying than Keebo was, and many people would probably chide him for being too emotional. He could hear Zero poking fun at him for it now, in fact. But, in his eyes, he couldn’t help but feel pangs of guilt, worry, and overall sorrow for this poor soul. One thing Dr. Cain could never replicate when he reverse-engineered Dr. Light’s schematics... is the fact that X has a heart. He feels more, thinks deeper than any other reploid... and has been told numerous times that this fact makes him incredibly special. But right now, it feels like a curse... because he can only think about how much he wished he could have done something to help Keebo.

      Focus, X. You’ll have time to be upset later, but for now... keep moving. He tugs Keebo along again, shaking his head, before speaking up.

≼ ∮ ≽ “ Did you now? I spoke to Douglas and he didn’t have anything to say about it. ”

Yep, there was no escaping the scoldening today. She was miffed.

≼ ∮ ≽ “ You know how important it is to keep consistent, updated reports on your missions! I know you can’t help yourself but you need to remember to do these things as soon as you can! Additionally- ”

Oh yeah, she was going off now. Sorry X, but unless you find a way to distract her she’s gonna take a while.

---- “ Well, I can’t exactly give you my report if you keep talking, can I? ” Not that he particularly minds, though. X likes Alia, the kind soul he is. But... even he can tell when someone needed to take a chill pill and give the room a little time to speak. Someone like Zero probably would have been more blunt about it than the resident blue boy here, though.

@legacyoflight​

≼ ∮ ≽ “ X, where have you been?! I’ve been waiting on those mission reports all day! ”

---- “ A-alia! ” He’s boned. He’s in such hot water here that he may as well go take a stride through molten iron at the foundry. It’d at least reach chillier temperatures underneath that red-hot liquid...

 “It’s how you feel when you’re impressed or amazed by something. Like when your friends pulls off an awesome fighting move, you’d say pogs to show how impressed you are.”

                                                『 X:\Sources>bootrec /convo 』

                 "My name is K1-B0. I ask people to call me Keebo instead, but… R-Right — did you see any people around here?? I’m looking for my friends. There’s a young man in dark pinstripe clothing, a woman with long dark pigtails in red, and another with a pointed hat… They’d been in danger. I need to catch up to them — hold on.”

                 Why explain things away when he could simply share his thoughts? A picture was worth a thousand words, or so the saying went, and though some pre-programmed instinct chided him on not being more cautious the way that the other android ( the REPLOID, he’d have to remember ) immediately hopped forward to aid him made him feel as though he couldn’t be a member of Team Danganronpa. Even if he had been, K1-B0 was too badly damaged to put up much of a fight even with his cannon blaster. If he’d wanted to destroy him he would have done it already… Which meant he could divert his energy to bringing a hand up to his mouth to catch the polaroid print-outs of his memories of the final Class Trial they’d held to share with X. They weren’t the most flattering shots of his friends — Shuichi looked panicked, staring back into his eyes while Maki looked like she was moving forward to grab him and Himiko outright sobbed — but they were clear pictures regardless. So much for ‘taking it easy’; as soon as the photos had finished printing K1-B0 squeezed his arm hard around X’s shoulders and thrust them into his face, the lenses in his eyes whirring with a renewed panic. If he were human he could have called it residual adrenaline from all the trauma of everything Tsumugi had put them through, but considering how she’d erased his personality and how he’d fought against his programming to try keeping bits and scraps of it he’d sooner chalk it up to a software glitch.

                 "Please, have you seen these people??!! They’re humans — if reploids are androids with free will then I’d call myself a reploid, too. That makes us the same, doesn’t it?? So then you have to help me!! I don’t have the data to confirm they made it out alright. If I can just confirm that, then everything will be fine. Do you understand??”

                                                             『 X:\Sources> 』

---- So he was looking for a group of people. A... group of people that, unless X was mistaken, may well be long-gone right now... and he didn’t mean distance-wise. These ruins had to have been ancient by now... he pegged it at maybe 100 or so years or more. Realization flashes in his eyes, and he’s momentarily thankful for the fact that he doesn’t sweat. As Keebo began printing out a picture, he paused their walk, waiting patiently for the other boy to hand him off the portrait- oh. Oh.

      He’s stalwart in the face of Keebo’s panic (going through so many instances of what may as well have been all-out war will do that to you), but his face does display worry. Just what must this robot have gone through to be so panicked? So concerned, and afraid? Whatever it was, X shuddered to imagine... and given the traces of human remains at the site, he didn’t exactly like the way this puzzle was shaping up. Surely there were more pieces he was missing, right? Something as simple as a dog’s untimely end could bring X to absolute tears, he doesn’t want to be the one to break such morbid news to anyone. Man OR machine. He ‘clears his throat’ awkwardly, averting eyes from Keebo for just a moment. False hope just hurts more in the long run than the truth... it’s best to rip the band-aid off, so to speak.

---- “ Keebo... ” Begins X, solemnly. His pearl-white hands curl into fists, and he seems to be having some degree of trouble speaking. But if 8 or so Maverick insurgences can’t bring him down, if Sigma at his strongest couldn’t manage to fell him or break his spirit... then this wouldn’t either. But, at the end of the day, there was one horrifying fact that X needed to live up to. Fighting... was easy in the moment. Dealing with emotional turmoil, anyone’s, was far less easy. But as long as he donned his blue armor, he’d act as something blue people could look up to when the sky went dark.

      “ It’s the year 21XX. These ruins... I couldn’t peg a time period from them just by eye, but even I could tell they’re... ancient, by now. ” That all said, he doesn’t want to give up hope. Medical marvels, miracles, have been made in the past 30 or so years. Humans and reploids both are far more capable of health feats than they were in the past, so he has a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, Keebo’s friends are out there somewhere. Or, at least, he hopes that they can offer some closure back at HQ.

      What was that about false hope earlier?

                                                『 X:\Sources>bootrec /convo 』

                 The self detonation that took out the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles should have completely destroyed him, and for all intents and purposes it had — for a time. Even archaic machinery could act unexpectedly on occasion, and when dealing with an AI as advanced as that of the Ultimate Robot it was almost no surprise at all that his power suddenly and circumstantially flickered back on again a while after he’d destroyed Team Danganronpa’s building and everything that they’d stood for.

                                                          A LONG while after.

                 He couldn’t tell where he was or what was going on, but there were a few things that K1-B0 could identify: he’d been terribly damaged following the explosion as expected, his chassis charred, his synthetic hair singed, his metallic body covered in scrapes and cuts smeared with the blue mock-blood he normally had acting as lubricant beneath his false skin, but he was still fully operable. Operable enough to hobble on down the dirt path he’d been following to try figuring out where Shuichi and the others had gone off to without him, anyway. If he could find them he could catch up to them, and then maybe with the right repairs the four of them could simply live out the rest of their days in… Wherever they were. He hadn’t anticipated an encounter with anyone along the way, and certainly not wi—…

                 … No, that wasn’t… It wasn’t possible. His sensors indicated mechanics in lieu of biology, but he’d been the Ultimate Robot — it wasn’t possible for there to be any other androids like him walking around. Right? Everything else had been a lie, but surely that couldn’t have been anything but the truth… Right?

                 "Ghk—!! Y-You… What are…??!!”

                 "Uh… You can ask questions, sure, but… What are you?? Are you… Really another robot??”

                                                             『 X:\Source

---- X had merely been out on site to investigate some old ruins. Unidentifiable, at least, the initial discoverers of the wreckage thought so. X wasn’t their second opinion, more like the one who was checking to make sure there was nothing dangerous tucked away under all the rubble. Some traces of ancient human blood (and remains) basically invisible to the human eye due to the passage of time... some rocks and general wreckage... it all seemed desolate, but safe (in a loose sense of the word). However, life is full of surprises, and what came next would certainly be some type of surprise.

      A living, walking, talking robot from ancient times. Pretty banged up, too. After his initial stupor of discovery was over, X wasted no time in dashing over to Keebo, slinging one of the Ultimate Robots’ arms over his blue-armored shoulder for support. By now, he more or less assumed that Keebo wasn’t a threat, as he was at least able to hold a sensible, non-violent conversation with him. Supporting the other machine, he takes a couple of steps forward, keeping pace slow to make sure he didn’t accidentally end up damaging him or anything.

---- “ Take it easy, I’ll radio for someone that can give you some patch repairs until we get you medical attention. ” Right on cue, he presses two fingers to one of his ear-pieces, and begins doing exactly that. Some back-and-forth chatter between X and his on-duty Navigator ensues, before he ultimately hangs up, and keeps walking Keebo forward. Now then... the other, older machine asked a question, and was owed an answer by now.

      “ I’m a reploid. It stands for ‘replicant android’. Robots with the same capacity for free will as humans. ” This model was older, it might not be accustomed to new-age terms. Or even know the terms at all. So, the explanation seemed in order.

---- “ Ms. Wakeman seems like a brilliant woman. ” Comments the next-gen Blue Bomber, warm expression upon his features, and emerald hues lit up with a subdued, but noticeable, tinge of excitement. As a robot who never properly got to meet his own creator, and a lover of science at heart, X couldn’t help but feel intrigued by other professors in the field of robotics.

      Ironic, really. The living blueprint to all mechanical life in the year 21XX found more interest in other professors than he did his own design. Speaking of mechanical life, though...

      “ It’s always incredible to meet other robots, especially when I don’t have to blast a hole in them. ” It’s... a morbid joke, slightly, but really, X thinks it rings true. He’s sick of fighting, and much prefers casual conversation like this. A chuckle follows.

---- “ I’m... sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. ” X shakes his head, emerald optics dilating just a tad as he cleared his thoughts. Blame him all you want for the locked-on eyes, Keebo... but the point of the matter is, X hadn’t seen something this fascinating in a long, long time. Maybe not since Dr. Cain excavated that ancient chemical weapons platform...

      “ It’s just that... your design. It’s fairly non-standard, nothing like standard issue reploid fare. Pardon me if this sounds rude, but... you seem ancient. ” It’s the only real way he can think to articulate his thoughts right now. Ancient.

---- @spiritualsymbiosis​ said: ​❝ do you wanna go walk in the leaves with me? ❞ - Leviathan/Harpuia

---- “ Sounds peaceful. Count me in! ” Amongst every bout of fighting X ever found himself getting caught up in, the ‘blueprint’ of all reploids (so to speak) was ever the optimist. Always the one who was first to notice the little things, and appreciate life’s serene moments. One minute, he could be storming the Death Rogumer with force Abel City had never dreamed of before. And yet, he was one of the most pleasant people you could sit down and chat with. Funny how that works.

      Even if it’s a total stranger, he doesn’t exactly mind sharing a moment of reprieve. Everyone could use it once in a while!