Here I come!

Roll's voice has taken on a sad tone, and she clings just a little tighter to the wandering hero.

Hey! Just thought I’d let everyone know (or remind those who do know) that for the next couple of days, I am going to be on vacation! I’m staying over at a friend’s house tonight, and then tomorrow we are leaving and I believe we’ll be gone for 3 days?

Anyways, I’ll be bringing my laptop with me, but seeing as we have a bunch of stuff planned I don’t think I’ll be on very often… 

So for the next few days, there’s going to be minimal activity coming from my plethora of rp blogs!

…So basically, every blog that reblogs this post. 

Besides that, her promise to keep it secret made him smile a little. …Okay.

"… It’s ah part ov’ the job," he began. "At th’ plant. Y’all know how th’ trash comes in, an’ it’s sorted out ta’ see what can be burned, what’s recycled, what’s disposed of in other ways… An’ a lot of th’ stuff that comes in is tech. Phones, TVs, computers…

…Robots.”

He pauses for a moment, though not for dramatic effect. He has to steel his synthetic nerves again before he continues.

"Th’ humans need t’a recycle our parts, y’know, when we ‘ain’t no good to them anymore. Sometimes there’re problems and they ‘ain’t workin’ right, sometimes it’s too costly t’a repair ‘em, so they send ‘em in… and we’re made of a lot of valuable materials. Dangerous parts, too. Humans used t’a do that part ov th’ job, but they got hurt- an’ when some robots that’re more complicated come in, some humans died ‘cause they didn’t know what they were workin’ with… not just here, but in second an’ third-world countries, so when Ah was built…"

"… They had me do that. ‘Cause Ah ‘ain’t hurt by those parts, an’ I could do it faster than a human. Ah know it’s t’ keep humans from gettin’ hurt, an’ we need these parts, but… it just ‘ain’t right. It don’t feel just.

After all, it sounded like Fire Man didn't like this part of his job at all. And thought he was a bad robot for it. Roll makes her way into her older brother's lap now, settling there and hugging him tightly.

The pride fades somewhat and he frowns, looking more concerned than before. “Y’ think? Haven’t been in to see him yet?” He asks, then frowns. “If you’re sure you’re okay…. and nah, I haven’t - but he wouldn’t go outta his way to talk to me, either. Not after I pi—— upset him last time we talked, anyway.”

And we're back to the more depressing topics. Roll shakes her head, sighing slightly. "I cleaned up all the-- The blood and stuff when I woke up again. It didn't feel right having it just all over the place... And I had to fix the door I kinda... Tore off its hinges to get into the room and get the copy offa Dad... By then, it was really late and visiting hours were done by then. I'll go see him soon. Wanna come with me? We can bring him flowers!"

Roll tilts her head at Forte's sudden sense of guilt. Wait, what...? He'd upset Rock, and thought that was why he'd been acting so weird...?

"Well, he's been fixated on being 'strong' lately, if that was something you two talked about." Roll frowns, trying to think back over the past few weeks. "He'd been really worried that he wouldn't be of any help should things happen, then Dr. Wily attacked again, and he had to do most of the fighting himself because Elec was really hurt... I'm thinking it kinda went to his head a little. Spending time with the police force might've done it, too, depending on how they were talking to him..."

Yep, completely oblivious. He'd... Never mentioned that big fight of his to her, so Roll simply assumed that the SWN had been too busy to come back. And now he had a day off! Surely that's what it was!

Roll's expression falls at the mention of the previous night's carnage, and she bites her lip. "...I think Dr. Light'll make a full recovery. That's what I've been hearing, anyways... A-And I'm okay. The damages weren't too serious, and I've been repaired. I'm more worried about him and that idiot brother of mine! You... Haven't heard from him at all, have you, Forte?"

Of course, that was the last of that topic.

Fire Man looked down at his hands; light-grey, like most of his armour. A sort of ashen colour, a fire gone out. Seemed rather appropriate for their purpose- of course, he could only think so philosophically in his current state of mind, which was now a mixture of delirious and guilty. He didn’t feel bad about Roll’s repairs, of course, but there was a hint of sadness from what they were usually used for as he nodded.

"Yep." he rubbed his hands together nervously. "First time fixin’ a robot, Ah’ll admit. Ah’m just hopin’ I won’t hafta do that much while Pa’s in recovery, though…”

"...How did you know what to do if you'd never fixed a robot before, Fire Man?" Roll sounds confused, even a little suspicious. She runs another systems check to ensure everything was properly in place and fuctioning, and... Yes. It all was.