AcXelerate-ing into battle!

- Independent RP/Ask Blog for Roll (Mega Man series) and Call (Mighty No. 9 series).

- 5+ years of RP experience, plus 1+ year of experience on another Tumblr RP blog.

“I think we should start doing music again.”

“What?”

“Let’s call ourselves… Kira Kira Stardust!”

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- RP/Ask blog about two runaway musician androids.

- 5+ years of RP experience, plus ~1 year of experience on another Tumblr RP blog.

- Entries/writing that loosely effect the story line alongside asks and threads.

“I’m… sorry to hear that.” Of course, there was nothing Beck could do about that, so he tried to not let the concern grab ahold of him. He hadn’t felt before, being surrounded by people who cared about him. But, of course, his family hadn’t caused him pain before. Conversations about his poor performance, fear of being left behind, and especially when his siblings had turned against him and nothing would stop them until he fought and cured them…

He shook it off before he could let it consume him. “So, um, you don’t have to come to a match if you don’t want to, but maybe… we could keep in touch?”

“Don’t be.  It’s got nothing to do with you.”  Oddly enough, Atlas didn’t always like sympathy.  He wasn’t used to it.  He didn’t know what to do with it.

“Keep in touch?”  He still didn’t understand this and he didn’t really want to put forth the effort into another friend right now.  However, he was having a hard time flat out refusing because of the revelation that Beck had no friends.

“Outside of my family… like one?”  Of course, his family wasn’t small by any means, and they all adored him as older brothers and sisters usually do, but being the top team in the Colosseum sure didn’t mean they were always there to watch him. Trinity prefered to stay by Dr. White’s side, and he was still unsure if Ray and him were related, considering there was some connection. Call was the only non-familial friend he had, and even then she was busy working alongside Dr. Sanda. “They’re usually pretty busy though,” wasn’t an understatement.

“I don’t have too many friends.  I had none at one time.”  It wasn’t fun.  As independent as Atlas was, he needed for people to be there.  He was independent in the sense that he didn’t want people telling him what to do and he’d leave if they started to.

“An online archive set up by the countries of the Mighty No. 9 universe as a united body to properly bring together various forms of published media for the sake of historical (and maybe even entertainment) use. Managed by the admin Alice and content created by the various inhabitants of both human and Xel, only time will tell what kind of purpose the archive will truely hold…”

- A world-building blog created for the MN9 universe and connected series. 

- Open to all, with no schedules and a very loose rule system.

“Fair enough,” he just simply responded. No need to push it farther than it needed to go. He supposed it was a big favor to ask of him in the first place, and tried not to let him regret the question in the first place.

But, what Atlas had said after that was going to be the fun part to explain. After all… there really wasn’t anyone to invite. Practically everyone he knew already had connections to the Battle Colosseum, competitor or not, and that wasn’t many people to begin with. “I, um… don’t really have any friends to invite.” It wasn’t a total stretch.