Oc-Au Rp Shenanigans!

Absolute Omega [3-31-26]

(A megaman X rp and ask blog)

Good evening, this is X speaking. The last creation of Dr Light and first Reploid. Here you can ask or talk to me from anywhere in the timeline. Shall it be me as the Maverick hunter, The ruler of Neo Arcadia, Cyber spirit or Biometal. I also think there is an EXE version of me flying around. Please act accordingly. X, over and out!

Thankfully, despite being a carborn for years, Xavier still knew how to repair reploids, knowing their functions and anatomy, so it was easy to pinpoint where they needed to be repaired. He held the wounded arm, seeing that it seemed to be bandaged, obviously made by Volnutt as an attempt to keep the coolant from fully leaking out from the injury. It's obvious that the boy had no idea how to repair reploids, which makes sense since he only knew the basics thanks to his training of how to quickly repair his equipment. Unfortunately, it's not enough; his top priority is to get that arm properly repaired until it completely overheats.

“Looks like Rock tried to stop the coolant from leaking out from your arm; it worked, but unfortunately he didn't know how to properly recalibrate it correctly. Leading your arm to start to slowly overheat, it's a miracle that it didn't explode or something related." He chuckled sheepishly once he’s done inspecting and wrapped Zero’s good arm around his shoulder; unlike Volnutt, who struggled with Zero’s weight, Xavier seems to not mind it at all.

"Alright, old friend, let's take you to the workshop to get that arm properly repaired while Rock makes dinner. Roll! I'm going to need your help with this, since I'm going to teach you about reploid repairs,” Xavier assured, calling his daughter to help him. As she was just awkwardly standing in the reunion between old friends, however, she perked up at his request for assistance and a lesson about robotics from her adopted father. Especially in helping her father repair such a fascinating specimen like Zero.

‘Sure thing, Dad!” She chirped, happily accompanying her adopted father and the wet dog to the workshop to repair Zero. The trip towards the worship isn't too long; during their walking, Zero noticed photos of Xavier, Volnutt, Roll, and an old man who's supposed to be the “Gramps” that Volnutt mentioned. But one photo that somewhat caught his attention a\is the one of a tired skinny Xavier happily holding a Baby who’s obviously Volnutt.

To say the least, the houseboat is surprisingly more homelike, like with some added equipment. When they finally made it to the workshop, it looked like any workshop with some exceptions; the work desk is littered with blueprints and tools scattered half haphazardly, and several blueprints are covered in coffee stains, and many coffee mugs are also on the work desk. There's also incomplete weapons in another workbench that seems to be a work in progress.

Xavier sighs, “Roll, how many times have I told you to clean up this mess?” seeming that this isn't the first time dealing with this

Zero's eyes wandered along the hall, admiring all the family photos. Damn, Xavier looked.. so happy. Even in the photos where he looked exhausted.. still, he smiled! A little pang of jealousy twisted Zero's gut, but he couldn't begin to imagine why. Cute family.. comfortable house.. he felt happy for this version of X. Once they entered the workshop, Zero sat where instructed, watching little Roll scutter around to clean. He looked around rather innocently at the room, fascinated by tools he didn't recognize.

“To be honest, it was too good to be true…I thought maybe my best friend came back…knowing yo- his track record of cheating death…or a Cyber Elf based hallucination…but it seems that I’m wrong” he answered wearily

It doesn’t help that he should have noticed the inconsistencies between the Zero that he knew and the Zero that Volnutt found on the ruins right away. First off was their appearance …his Zero was more bestial like having a more of odd snout and pretadory eyes, he isn’t that really tall at all. A contrast of this “Zero” who’s more elegant looking and larger.

Besides, he's pretty sure that his Zero would have eaten the lipstick if given the chance.

“Honestly there isn't anyone left from my era in this age, mostly they are gone or unreachable in cyberspace. But still thank you for being honest, it’s better than still being in denial that my best friend was still alive…” he chucked, his brief mournful expression changed somewhat of curiosity.

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“D-Dad, oh my gosh are you okay!?” The boy asked, still worried for his father. Who seems to be lost in his thoughts

Xavier took time to respond as he’s still staring, of an old ghost of his past. Millions upon millions of thoughts echoed in his mind upon seeing his best friend again…but he looked different then the Zero that he knows. Large height, reddish highlights on his long mane, an elegant appearance, also having heels..? The Zero that he knows is more…how he kindly say? Animalistic at best in terms of appearance but he could assume he was brought back like him in a new body…however despite this form he looks worse to wear. Injuries that needed to be fixed.

Knowing his track record with death, this breaks the record of how long it takes for him from cheating death once more.

But Rock said that only he and Roll can help him beg to differ. It’s been so long he’s forgotten how his voice even sou-

“Dad? Hello? Are you okay?” Volnutt asked again, snapping Xavier out from his thoughts. Xavier was able to snap out from his trance looking at Zero to his son and the dropped Bowl of food now on the floor. He tiredly sighed, now turning towards his son.

“I’m okay son, just…surprised to meet our guest…you said that he needs aid?” he asked sheepishly, the sight of his old friend really caught him off guard. But curious of where in the world his son even found him?

“Y-yeah! I hope that you and Roll can patch him up! Also he knows you?” Volnutt asked curiously of how he and Zero knew each other in some capacity.

“It’s a long story son, I’ll explain it eventually but how about you clean up and make dinner for me while Roll and I fix him up?” Xavier settles his boy,

“Of course! I’ll get to it!!” Volnutt concedes as he starts to clean up the mess of food and prepare dinner.

Xavier chuckled before stepping towards Zero, with a Tired smile on his face. This could be a hallucination or his mind playing tricks perhaps since nobody has ever called him or know that old name in years. Despite Barrell and his old pupil knowing his true name they prefer to call him Xavier. So it’s obvious that this man could be Zero

But…

“I don’t know how, or why your here alive but knowing you…Death couldn’t take old friend” in he spoke there was a tone of pure emotion behind those words as he hugged Zero carefully not to crush him.

Zero certainly looked real, and for the most part felt that way, too. As Xavier approached, his posture grew more tense, and for a moment he almost looked like he'd lash out. But.. he didn't. Not when he was hugged. Oh, it's.. it's been a minute, hasn't it? Despite the clear difference between the two, he couldn't shake the tightness in his throat. Luckily, this version of X didn't sound the same, either. Otherwise, he'd be bawling. X always had a tone that made Zero inexplicably emotional. As for the crushing, this Zero was sturdy, towering over Xavier as he stared forward.

Thankfully, despite being a carborn for years, Xavier still knew how to repair reploids, knowing their functions and anatomy, so it was easy to pinpoint where they needed to be repaired. He held the wounded arm, seeing that it seemed to be bandaged, obviously made by Volnutt as an attempt to keep the coolant from fully leaking out from the injury. It's obvious that the boy had no idea how to repair reploids, which makes sense since he only knew the basics thanks to his training of how to quickly repair his equipment. Unfortunately, it's not enough; his top priority is to get that arm properly repaired until it completely overheats.

“Looks like Rock tried to stop the coolant from leaking out from your arm; it worked, but unfortunately he didn't know how to properly recalibrate it correctly. Leading your arm to start to slowly overheat, it's a miracle that it didn't explode or something related." He chuckled sheepishly once he’s done inspecting and wrapped Zero’s good arm around his shoulder; unlike Volnutt, who struggled with Zero’s weight, Xavier seems to not mind it at all.

"Alright, old friend, let's take you to the workshop to get that arm properly repaired while Rock makes dinner. Roll! I'm going to need your help with this, since I'm going to teach you about reploid repairs,” Xavier assured, calling his daughter to help him. As she was just awkwardly standing in the reunion between old friends, however, she perked up at his request for assistance and a lesson about robotics from her adopted father. Especially in helping her father repair such a fascinating specimen like Zero.

‘Sure thing, Dad!” She chirped, happily accompanying her adopted father and the wet dog to the workshop to repair Zero. The trip towards the worship isn't too long; during their walking, Zero noticed photos of Xavier, Volnutt, Roll, and an old man who's supposed to be the “Gramps” that Volnutt mentioned. But one photo that somewhat caught his attention a\is the one of a tired skinny Xavier happily holding a Baby who’s obviously Volnutt.

To say the least, the houseboat is surprisingly more homelike, like with some added equipment. When they finally made it to the workshop, it looked like any workshop with some exceptions; the work desk is littered with blueprints and tools scattered half haphazardly, and several blueprints are covered in coffee stains, and many coffee mugs are also on the work desk. There's also incomplete weapons in another workbench that seems to be a work in progress.

Xavier sighs, “Roll, how many times have I told you to clean up this mess?” seeming that this isn't the first time dealing with this

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Relieved that Zero was kind enough not to be offended by her comment. Before focusing on the reason why his large friend is here in the first place.

“R-right yeah, like he said” Volnutt said looking at the injury and back at his sister. “This situation is a lil…different than usual so we’re gonna need you and Dad’s help for this”

“Why?” Roll asked, curious of her brother’s request

“Well take a look at this”. He shows the injury that Zero showed.

Roll perked up curious about the situation, it’s not like everyday that her brother would bring a whole stranger in the flutter. Normally a person who’s this injured should have gone to a hospital or a doctor. Why in the world would her brother bring this stranger to their home in the first place? Especially that it needs her and Dad’s specifically?

The moment she inspected him, she got her answer. Upon inspection of his damaged arm, her mouth agaped. It’s all wires and metal, not the typical blood and flesh that typical carbons would have even in their “mechanical” parts they have at least some flesh and blood. But nope, this guy is robotic compared to a typical Carbon. Cyborg is out of the question, since the technology is surprisingly advanced compared to other armor and tech that she meddled and seen before.

It resembles a bit of her Adopted father’s armor.

“No…way… ROCK, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID YOU BROUGHT HERE!?” her eyes brightened in pure astonishment, as she looked around Zero inspecting him. Despite his ragged state he’s ornate and fancy, incredibly strong and elegant. “You are one fancy bot sir!” She complimented him, focused on inspecting him.

Volnutt let out a sigh of relief, yet concerned knowing Roll, she’s going to take apart the poor guy without hesitation. He stood between Zero and an excited Roll.

“Rock where on Terra did you find him!?” She asked still in awe of this fine piece of machinery

“It’s kinda a long story, I can explain it when you guys patch him but I need to know is Dad home?” Volnutt asked, its a silly question but it’s important to know since there are times that their father would leave to shop for supplies.

“Oh yeah! He’s at the kitchen making food, I can probably call him up to help” Roll answered

“That’s great-“

“Call me for what exactly?” An older yet softer voice rang to the two siblings.

They turn to the source of the voice. An older man somewhere around his 50’s, he looks like an older version of volnutt with key differences. For one he’s had a bulky soft build (Fancy saying a dad bod), having the exact same X shaped pupils but his eyes are a more Duller version of Volnutt’s, scars donning on his face particularly has one X shaped scar on his right eye. He has the same brown hair as the boy’s but having long white streaks, that is braided into a neat little side braid. He wears a thick turtleneck sweater with a heart stitched on his chest. He looks surprisingly huggable despite his grizzly scars that don on him. Holding a bowl that he was cooking presumably the food. Yep this man is in fact Volnutt’s father Xavier Light.

“I heard a ruckus, I suppose Roll welcomed you back and I heard something about needing my assistance?” He asked amused yet exasperated knowing the antics of these siblings. Also curious

“Yeah, pretty much! We need your help since you know how to tinker with old tech, especially since a friend needs it!” Volnutt exclaimed, as he showed Zero to him.

“Ah so what sort offff….” He stopped as he finally got a good look of what his son brought. His once calm demeanor shifted in pure shock, his eyes widened as he dropped the bowl of food that he’s cooking. In the purest form of disbelief of the person that he’s seeing face to face. Apparently this man is someone that Xavier is all to familiar

"Thanks. Fancy's one way to put it." He chuckled, moving backwards as Volnutt wriggled between them defensively. He realized, too, that Roll was going to disassemble him, so he stood, leaning against the wall for more balance. The voice caught his attention, and he looked up to its source.

X. Definitely X. He glanced over his frame, fascinated by how different he looked from his own. The X he knew was roughly the same height, but fully armored. His skin tone was lighter, but his hair much darker.. it was fascinating how much a single person varied in other universes. His hair prickled up with anxiety when Xavier dropped his bowl. Hopefully, hopefully, he didn't piss him off in this timeline, too. He mustered a nervous, fanged grin, voice thinned to a comedic wheeze.

“D-Dad, oh my gosh are you okay!?” The boy asked, still worried for his father. Who seems to be lost in his thoughts

Xavier took time to respond as he’s still staring, of an old ghost of his past. Millions upon millions of thoughts echoed in his mind upon seeing his best friend again…but he looked different then the Zero that he knows. Large height, reddish highlights on his long mane, an elegant appearance, also having heels..? The Zero that he knows is more…how he kindly say? Animalistic at best in terms of appearance but he could assume he was brought back like him in a new body…however despite this form he looks worse to wear. Injuries that needed to be fixed.

Knowing his track record with death, this breaks the record of how long it takes for him from cheating death once more.

But Rock said that only he and Roll can help him beg to differ. It’s been so long he’s forgotten how his voice even sou-

“Dad? Hello? Are you okay?” Volnutt asked again, snapping Xavier out from his thoughts. Xavier was able to snap out from his trance looking at Zero to his son and the dropped Bowl of food now on the floor. He tiredly sighed, now turning towards his son.

“I’m okay son, just…surprised to meet our guest…you said that he needs aid?” he asked sheepishly, the sight of his old friend really caught him off guard. But curious of where in the world his son even found him?

“Y-yeah! I hope that you and Roll can patch him up! Also he knows you?” Volnutt asked curiously of how he and Zero knew each other in some capacity.

“It’s a long story son, I’ll explain it eventually but how about you clean up and make dinner for me while Roll and I fix him up?” Xavier settles his boy,

“Of course! I’ll get to it!!” Volnutt concedes as he starts to clean up the mess of food and prepare dinner.

Xavier chuckled before stepping towards Zero, with a Tired smile on his face. This could be a hallucination or his mind playing tricks perhaps since nobody has ever called him or know that old name in years. Despite Barrell and his old pupil knowing his true name they prefer to call him Xavier. So it’s obvious that this man could be Zero

But…

“I don’t know how, or why your here alive but knowing you…Death couldn’t take old friend” in he spoke there was a tone of pure emotion behind those words as he hugged Zero carefully not to crush him.

He is relieved that Zero was considerate enough to relieve the weight to give his shoulder a break. He huffed looking around his surroundings as the both of them are walking in the path, taking in the warm sun and cool breeze of the island until they both see a ship up ahead he sighs in relief.

‘Oh thank Asimov we docked so close by’ He thought to himself, Canary island wasn’t exactly a large island per say compared to Kattletox but it’s does have its own small trading town and the folks are nice to say the least. They don’t usually have problems with Digoters compared to other islands since…well aside from the Legends of the Nocturne Beast.

The docks isn’t to far to the where the ruins is plus, thankfully the shortcut is able to get the two of them to the flutter. The Flutter it’s not as impressive of an air ship in terms, but it’s basically a decently sized ship with its upgrades that was done over the years since him and his father moved with them when he was a baby. Its warm red yellow colors gives it that rustic vibe, gramps insisted to keep it since it gives that nostalgic feeling. It’s always nice to come back home after a long day…

Ah home sweet home….

“Alright, Zero we here! This is the Flutter!! It’s not impressive but it’s home!!” He happily exclaimed, showing up the house boat to his red friend.

Finally, the ship appeared in the distance. Woof.. Zero was just as relieved as Volnutt was. Luckily for the Flutter, Zero was appreciative of all flavors of vehicles and airships. His favorite was his own ride chaser, the Crimson End. Ah.. Crimson End... Thunk. Zero forgot to duck as the two entered, bumping his head on the frame. Rubbing his head, he glanced around at the cozy interior.

"Hey, home's home. I get it. Cozy place!" Zero paused, then leaned down towards Volnutt. "Erm.. Is your dad home?" he stood rather awkwardly, as he still felt like he was a making a mistake walking into this kid's house. He wasn't ready to fight people off right now. Maybe ZERO was too trusting, and this kid was just bait for him to get lured away. No, that's nonsense, Zero! Nonsense. It's a kid. Relax.

“Huh?” Volnutt turns towards the red robot who has asked him that particular question. “Yeah, he mostly hangs somewhere in the ship lemme ge-“ it was a split second but suddenly a loud WACK as volnutt is suddenly struck by a wrench by the head at impressive speed and accuracy.

“OW! What the heck!?” He yelped, rubbing his head where the wrench hit him.

“There you are Rock! I've been calling you for HOURS!” A loud voice came from the direction where the wrench was thrown.

It was a young girl around Volnutt’s age, she has messy hair with slightly darker blond compared to Zero’s, her lime green eyes staring down at him, with scratches on her face and arms at the center of her nose has a band aid. She wears a particularly large red Cap that was worn down with the orange cloth stitched on it, with a red shirt with pockets, baggy pants that also has pockets with a belt that holds her tools, and brown gloves that are covered in oil.

“Oh! Hi Roll…” he nervously smiled, oh right his sister. He almost forgot about her.

“Don’t you go Hi Roll at me! You went off on a dig WITHOUT ME!?” She yelled even harder at him, ruffling her brother

Volnutt couldn’t help but to roll his eyes letting out an exasperated sign. “I asked if you wanted to help out, but you said that you’re busy.” he retorted towards her sticking his tounge at her

“Shit your right— but that doesn’t excuse the fact that you went solo! Just because Dad allowed you to go Digging on your own, that doesn’t mean you have to run off like that! Were a team, remember?” She argued back at her brother, despite her angered state there’s a tone of worry.

“I know…sorry for worrying you sis, but on the bright side I got us a refractor!” He showed his sister the glowing gem

“Oh that’s good, but still what-“ she paused looking behind her brother of the looming red figure, she inspercts him. Studying him down a little, he looks fancy yet fierce with ridiculously long blond hair.

Zero felt relieved to know he didn't come off as an immediate threat, seeing as Volnutt was more in danger than anyone else. When Roll focused her attention on him, he waved with his calm, blank expression. Again, the comment about his tits nearly made him laugh, but he instead closed his eyes and pursed his lips for a moment.

Relieved that Zero was kind enough not to be offended by her comment. Before focusing on the reason why his large friend is here in the first place.

“R-right yeah, like he said” Volnutt said looking at the injury and back at his sister. “This situation is a lil…different than usual so we’re gonna need you and Dad’s help for this”

“Why?” Roll asked, curious of her brother’s request

“Well take a look at this”. He shows the injury that Zero showed.

Roll perked up curious about the situation, it’s not like everyday that her brother would bring a whole stranger in the flutter. Normally a person who’s this injured should have gone to a hospital or a doctor. Why in the world would her brother bring this stranger to their home in the first place? Especially that it needs her and Dad’s specifically?

The moment she inspected him, she got her answer. Upon inspection of his damaged arm, her mouth agaped. It’s all wires and metal, not the typical blood and flesh that typical carbons would have even in their “mechanical” parts they have at least some flesh and blood. But nope, this guy is robotic compared to a typical Carbon. Cyborg is out of the question, since the technology is surprisingly advanced compared to other armor and tech that she meddled and seen before.

It resembles a bit of her Adopted father’s armor.

“No…way… ROCK, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID YOU BROUGHT HERE!?” her eyes brightened in pure astonishment, as she looked around Zero inspecting him. Despite his ragged state he’s ornate and fancy, incredibly strong and elegant. “You are one fancy bot sir!” She complimented him, focused on inspecting him.

Volnutt let out a sigh of relief, yet concerned knowing Roll, she’s going to take apart the poor guy without hesitation. He stood between Zero and an excited Roll.

“Rock where on Terra did you find him!?” She asked still in awe of this fine piece of machinery

“It’s kinda a long story, I can explain it when you guys patch him but I need to know is Dad home?” Volnutt asked, its a silly question but it’s important to know since there are times that their father would leave to shop for supplies.

“Oh yeah! He’s at the kitchen making food, I can probably call him up to help” Roll answered

“That’s great-“

“Call me for what exactly?” An older yet softer voice rang to the two siblings.

They turn to the source of the voice. An older man somewhere around his 50’s, he looks like an older version of volnutt with key differences. For one he’s had a bulky soft build (Fancy saying a dad bod), having the exact same X shaped pupils but his eyes are a more Duller version of Volnutt’s, scars donning on his face particularly has one X shaped scar on his right eye. He has the same brown hair as the boy’s but having long white streaks, that is braided into a neat little side braid. He wears a thick turtleneck sweater with a heart stitched on his chest. He looks surprisingly huggable despite his grizzly scars that don on him. Holding a bowl that he was cooking presumably the food. Yep this man is in fact Volnutt’s father Xavier Light.

“I heard a ruckus, I suppose Roll welcomed you back and I heard something about needing my assistance?” He asked amused yet exasperated knowing the antics of these siblings. Also curious

“Yeah, pretty much! We need your help since you know how to tinker with old tech, especially since a friend needs it!” Volnutt exclaimed, as he showed Zero to him.

“Ah so what sort offff….” He stopped as he finally got a good look of what his son brought. His once calm demeanor shifted in pure shock, his eyes widened as he dropped the bowl of food that he’s cooking. In the purest form of disbelief of the person that he’s seeing face to face. Apparently this man is someone that Xavier is all to familiar

He is relieved that Zero was considerate enough to relieve the weight to give his shoulder a break. He huffed looking around his surroundings as the both of them are walking in the path, taking in the warm sun and cool breeze of the island until they both see a ship up ahead he sighs in relief.

‘Oh thank Asimov we docked so close by’ He thought to himself, Canary island wasn’t exactly a large island per say compared to Kattletox but it’s does have its own small trading town and the folks are nice to say the least. They don’t usually have problems with Digoters compared to other islands since…well aside from the Legends of the Nocturne Beast.

The docks isn’t to far to the where the ruins is plus, thankfully the shortcut is able to get the two of them to the flutter. The Flutter it’s not as impressive of an air ship in terms, but it’s basically a decently sized ship with its upgrades that was done over the years since him and his father moved with them when he was a baby. Its warm red yellow colors gives it that rustic vibe, gramps insisted to keep it since it gives that nostalgic feeling. It’s always nice to come back home after a long day…

Ah home sweet home….

“Alright, Zero we here! This is the Flutter!! It’s not impressive but it’s home!!” He happily exclaimed, showing up the house boat to his red friend.

Finally, the ship appeared in the distance. Woof.. Zero was just as relieved as Volnutt was. Luckily for the Flutter, Zero was appreciative of all flavors of vehicles and airships. His favorite was his own ride chaser, the Crimson End. Ah.. Crimson End... Thunk. Zero forgot to duck as the two entered, bumping his head on the frame. Rubbing his head, he glanced around at the cozy interior.

"Hey, home's home. I get it. Cozy place!" Zero paused, then leaned down towards Volnutt. "Erm.. Is your dad home?" he stood rather awkwardly, as he still felt like he was a making a mistake walking into this kid's house. He wasn't ready to fight people off right now. Maybe ZERO was too trusting, and this kid was just bait for him to get lured away. No, that's nonsense, Zero! Nonsense. It's a kid. Relax.

“Huh?” Volnutt turns towards the red robot who has asked him that particular question. “Yeah, he mostly hangs somewhere in the ship lemme ge-“ it was a split second but suddenly a loud WACK as volnutt is suddenly struck by a wrench by the head at impressive speed and accuracy.

“OW! What the heck!?” He yelped, rubbing his head where the wrench hit him.

“There you are Rock! I've been calling you for HOURS!” A loud voice came from the direction where the wrench was thrown.

It was a young girl around Volnutt’s age, she has messy hair with slightly darker blond compared to Zero’s, her lime green eyes staring down at him, with scratches on her face and arms at the center of her nose has a band aid. She wears a particularly large red Cap that was worn down with the orange cloth stitched on it, with a red shirt with pockets, baggy pants that also has pockets with a belt that holds her tools, and brown gloves that are covered in oil.

“Oh! Hi Roll…” he nervously smiled, oh right his sister. He almost forgot about her.

“Don’t you go Hi Roll at me! You went off on a dig WITHOUT ME!?” She yelled even harder at him, ruffling her brother

Volnutt couldn’t help but to roll his eyes letting out an exasperated sign. “I asked if you wanted to help out, but you said that you’re busy.” he retorted towards her sticking his tounge at her

“Shit your right— but that doesn’t excuse the fact that you went solo! Just because Dad allowed you to go Digging on your own, that doesn’t mean you have to run off like that! Were a team, remember?” She argued back at her brother, despite her angered state there’s a tone of worry.

“I know…sorry for worrying you sis, but on the bright side I got us a refractor!” He showed his sister the glowing gem

“Oh that’s good, but still what-“ she paused looking behind her brother of the looming red figure, she inspercts him. Studying him down a little, he looks fancy yet fierce with ridiculously long blond hair.

To say the least the view was pleasant to the say the least.

The boy winced at the heat of the wound, he didn’t knew if this was a sign of taking zero right away to the flutter to be treated or not but it’s an obvious sing more or less to have his friend treated as possible. The boy perked up of his friend’s words

“Oh! It’s fine don’t worry Zero, my folks are pretty cool, I mean I kinda tend to pick up stray injured animals to nurse them back to health— but I’m not saying that you’re a stray animal, it's that you're someone in need of help!” He exclaimed, adjusting himself of his hold to Zero still feeling the uncomfortable warmth.

"No, no, you're right, I kind of am one." He added on as Volnutt backpedaled on his words. He didn't interrupt Volnutt anymore, letting him guide the two to.. wherever he was headed. Walking was slightly easier considering the dips in the grass were more forgiving than the uneven stone in the ruins. "Well, I'm glad things are working out. I'll just need some repairs, and I can be out of your hair."

He is relieved that Zero was considerate enough to relieve the weight to give his shoulder a break. He huffed looking around his surroundings as the both of them are walking in the path, taking in the warm sun and cool breeze of the island until they both see a ship up ahead he sighs in relief.

‘Oh thank Asimov we docked so close by’ He thought to himself, Canary island wasn’t exactly a large island per say compared to Kattletox but it’s does have its own small trading town and the folks are nice to say the least. They don’t usually have problems with Digoters compared to other islands since…well aside from the Legends of the Nocturne Beast.

The docks isn’t to far to the where the ruins is plus, thankfully the shortcut is able to get the two of them to the flutter. The Flutter it’s not as impressive of an air ship in terms, but it’s basically a decently sized ship with its upgrades that was done over the years since him and his father moved with them when he was a baby. Its warm red yellow colors gives it that rustic vibe, gramps insisted to keep it since it gives that nostalgic feeling. It’s always nice to come back home after a long day…

Ah home sweet home….

“Alright, Zero we here! This is the Flutter!! It’s not impressive but it’s home!!” He happily exclaimed, showing up the house boat to his red friend.

“Y-yeah I’m okay, just a slip up that’s all” he sheepishly answered, thank goodness that the liquid wasn’t warm cause that would be troublesome to deal with. He’s a bit bashful of the praise that he’s given, a well earned one.

He turned around glancing at the dead beast that lay before them and then to Zero, giving him a knowing nod.

“Absolutely, we need to get the heck out of there. I have a feeling that our fight is gonna attract more attention if we stick around more! Come on, we're close to the exit. I can’t wait to get out of here and get some fresh air…and a shower!” He chirped, oh that stuff smelled nasty. Getting a nice shower after a hard day’s work is the best feeling.

“But also we need to get you patched up….” He thinks for a moment, taking Zero in the flutter sounds risky but after what happened today and his circumstances maybe this could be an important occasion.

“I think it’s for the best to take you to the flutter just to be safe, my dad and sister can help patch you up. Since you're not around here it’s better if you stick with us for a bit until you're better, if that’s okay to you!” He explained

Great taking a stranger to the flutter great job vol, but this was an emergency and leaving him on the island would be the better option but he has a gut feeling that maybe it’s not the best choice.

He grabs Zero’s arm as he wraps his arm around his shoulder, so he’s a bit heavy but manageable for the boy to support him in maneuvering.

"That sounds like a great idea, but are you sure your family won't-- ah, alright, we're going." He chuckled, letting Volnutt guide him. The arm that the boy held was Zero's injured arm, and it was notably warm. The longer he held it, the more uncomfortably warm it got, but it didn't get to the point of burning him.

Zero had a bit of trouble with the stairs, but he was determined to get out into the fresh air. The breeze blew his hair back over his shoulder and made him squint while his eyes adjusted. Once adjusted, he stared out at the seemingly endless sea, in awe at its rich color. Actually, this whole area was nauseatingly bright and colorful. The breeze felt so nice... but he started to worry about his situation, and about his foggy memories from before waking. Once all these silly damage warnings go away, he should have the brain capacity to properly reconstruct whatever the hell happened.

To say the least the view was pleasant to the say the least.

The boy winced at the heat of the wound, he didn’t knew if this was a sign of taking zero right away to the flutter to be treated or not but it’s an obvious sing more or less to have his friend treated as possible. The boy perked up of his friend’s words

“Oh! It’s fine don’t worry Zero, my folks are pretty cool, I mean I kinda tend to pick up stray injured animals to nurse them back to health— but I’m not saying that you’re a stray animal, it's that you're someone in need of help!” He exclaimed, adjusting himself of his hold to Zero still feeling the uncomfortable warmth.

The monster smashed its arm into the boy, taking advantage of his momentary distraction.Fortunately, he is a little quicker thanThe beast's arm scatters upon impact, with its parts scattering across the ruins, forcing both parties to dodge its debris.. Volnutt maintained his composure in the face of the mayhem, preventing the power from leaking from his buster.

With the beast down, it was the perfect time to strike.

'Remember, concentrate, slowly pull it before you release.se it. Take a deep breath before letting it out okay’ the wise words echoed through his mind

“Hey Ugly! Eat this!” He yelled. Piercing through the remaining rotting scrap metal that it currently holds to eliminate the core once and for all.

The monster let out an agonizing shriek, as its core is destroyed, falling apart that it no longer has anything to hold it together anymore scattering its body as its glowing red eye faded into darkness only leaving a scattered corpse remaining.

Volnutt heavily sighs, phew! Who knew charge shots can take a lot outta ya!

“We did it! Heck yeah!” He once again cheered happily

He goes to check on his friend to see how he’s doing before slipping on the liquid on the floor. Very clumsy to be added despite the impressive technique that he demonstrated in combat.

Zero cheered with him, clearly impressed by his skill. "Great job! Fuck that guy!" He laughed, meandering back over to Volnutt. Whoops, down he goes. Zero doesn't react to Volnutt's slip to save him the embarrassment, and he crouches down to pick the poor thing up by the back of his shirt. He hoisted him up effortlessly and placed him back up on his feet, brushing off his shoulder as he did so. He then patted Volnutt on the back rather roughly, still smiling. He was admittedly a little nervous when the creature first approached them, but all he felt now was relief.

“Y-yeah I’m okay, just a slip up that’s all” he sheepishly answered, thank goodness that the liquid wasn’t warm cause that would be troublesome to deal with. He’s a bit bashful of the praise that he’s given, a well earned one.

He turned around glancing at the dead beast that lay before them and then to Zero, giving him a knowing nod.

“Absolutely, we need to get the heck out of there. I have a feeling that our fight is gonna attract more attention if we stick around more! Come on, we're close to the exit. I can’t wait to get out of here and get some fresh air…and a shower!” He chirped, oh that stuff smelled nasty. Getting a nice shower after a hard day’s work is the best feeling.

“But also we need to get you patched up….” He thinks for a moment, taking Zero in the flutter sounds risky but after what happened today and his circumstances maybe this could be an important occasion.

“I think it’s for the best to take you to the flutter just to be safe, my dad and sister can help patch you up. Since you're not around here it’s better if you stick with us for a bit until you're better, if that’s okay to you!” He explained

Great taking a stranger to the flutter great job vol, but this was an emergency and leaving him on the island would be the better option but he has a gut feeling that maybe it’s not the best choice.

He grabs Zero’s arm as he wraps his arm around his shoulder, so he’s a bit heavy but manageable for the boy to support him in maneuvering.