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( oldcrystalseer ) August 1 Doctor Wily did not call for his two assigned bodyguards until past noon. The old man woke up later than usual. Maybe he slept in, maybe he slept late. He told them that they will leave at 5 in the evening. Wait at the main lobby. Dress in their best attire. Keep the armour but wear something over them. A strange request in a world of robots: their polished gear often doubled as formality. Quick put on his red ‘prosecutor’s coat’, a modified lawyer attire. Needle had tailored it to fit over his armour and still give him mobility. He could fight in style, if he must. Shadow contrasted him with a much more traditional attire. He wore a navy blue kimono and a black hakama. He tucked the four straps in order before finishing it off with a white obi sash. Made sure his sword was kept secure and ready to strike. Then he pinned the Wily Family crests on his chest, the sole non-traditional method. These crests were usually sewn in by embroidery. He had them exactly the same design, except the left crest had a hidden camera fitted with Crystal’s gem. The two met after their preparations, but they did not exchange words. Foreboding pressure had kept both men silent. Wily ditched his lab-coat for once. He wore a white tuxedo and a skull themed tie. Brought along a fancy cane too. Even his once-neglected leather shoes were polished to a shine. He said nothing too. They waited at the lobby until the clock ticked five. Upon that dot, a black limousine arrived.

( oldcrystalseer ) On the evening of Thursday, Doctor Albert Wily came home for the first time in months. Everyone froze in their place. His return was unannounced and unexpected. The old man had the most serious of expressions. Like he’s preparing for a big political wager. It lacked the spark of his usual mad, temperamental genius. The last time they had witnessed something like that? Too long for anyone to remember. He selected two of his fastest and most experienced guards: Quickman and Shadowman. Why not Metalman? Doctor Wily hinted that they may require a medical inspection later. Should things go sour. He gave the two selected bots until the next Friday to prepare. Then await for their next instruction. Everyone figured that they’re going to attend a possible mafia meeting. Or a striking a deal with a dictator. Whoever it was, it was danger laced with money and power. Quick went straight to training. He needed to polish off the rust of peace. On the other hand, Shadow chose to prepare some non-combat essentials. One that won’t exist without the help of a certain mystic.

( oldcrystalseer ) Quickman. DWN-012. Current Occupation: Law Student. It all started out from a failed local court case. Napalm, who was well on his way to path of a historian, offered Quick a lawyer’s course to hone on his skills. Without any other true direction in his life, he grabbed the opportunity. As long a robot was in work or in training for work, the law will let them live. Otherwise, to the unwaking sleep they go. Quickman wanted payback. Revenge was his banner and he prepared to make a charge into the tower fortress of lies. Crashman should be Crashman. Not this shadow of a Wily Bot. But life had other plans. It included children. The future. And kicking down Old Crystal’s closet door. He fixed the glare of glares at the once-younger brother. “Okay Crystal,” said Quick, “You’re going to tell me why the hell are these kids living in a self-regenerating house of the dead. If you insist on beating around the bush, I will give the wall a proper introduction to your face!” Current Mood: Terrible, terrible, terrible.

( improvedreplicas ) Senior heard the news of his Junior’s rescue. He wanted to visit sooner but his Law college ramped up their homework in preparation for the spring exams. It’s tough. And gruelling for so many young humans. He’s used to the fire, so he coped well. It’s an amazement how anyone graduated to become lawyers in the first place. But that’s how they filter out the wannabes from the true ones. At last, he finished his assignment. Packed up the spare parts of his old glory days for Junior. Snake helped him set the coordinates, but declined to follow. ‘Go spend some quality time.’ The elder Robot Master walked towards the house. Wow. It’s bigger than what he had imagined. Nevermind the house. This... ‘subspace’ tickled the creepy bones. He could feel something off about the island. How it floated in midair, how the clouds seem to float in a big circle. ...And that sun. That bothered him in ways he couldn’t quite understand. For some reason it reminded him of a particular day in Mexico. Which one was it? They had a huge fiesta on one of his races.... Senior Quick knocked on the door. Hopefully someone is in.