“Ohhhh...” Hands run down the evil genius’ face in exasperation at the sight he’s been subjected to. This wasn’t his living room, nor the townhouse he resided in. It doesn’t take a mastermind to put together the pieces he was given. He didn’t even have to look at his hands or reflection to understand it all. “Another switch... Just when I was getting comfy in my own skin again...” Cortex throws up his hands in defeat, evidently frustrated at all this. “The dragon, that Oaf knight, and now-” Falling silent, his hands skim over his face, fingers recoiling at the touch of a strange frame encapsulating his features. Nose wrinkled, he now continues to examine the rest of this new body. King knight was tall, but not this tall! The frustration subsides as he takes in the sensation. “Hmmm... I suppose I can’t be... TOO disappointed.” After piecing together the second puzzle of who he was now, Cortex smirks. “What a predicament. I’m that robot figure who infiltrated my mindscape some months ago.” He proclaims, thoroughly examining his limbs again.
“Although I find the reoccurring shift between the bodies of others quite tiresome, I suppose I don’t really mind this particular switch.” A Robot, hm? Honestly, the thought of it was highly intriguing, to say the least. “That feline managed to transfer my consciousness into the mainframe of a robot. And while the idea of such a thing is only something N. Gin and I have dabbled in, It wouldn't have crossed my mind in this city. At least not for a while.” While it’s quite obvious the evil genius is enjoying listening to himself speak, he pauses, mind working at what to do now. “What did they call themselves? Or... Orvis. That’s right.” That’s wrong. “Orvis. While I have my time in this body, I can actually see what makes him tick, with a certain level of care of course.”
Then his mind teeters into something a bit more, frantic. “...Strange.” Back straightening out, Cortex looks around the room, feeling a very unnerving sensation. “I feel like I’m missing something crucial.” That’s unusual. Beginning to pace, he winces, trying to recollect everything that happened up to this point. “Yes... There’s that as well... That atrocious ‘ice age’... Nina.” He ceases his pacing, throwing his hands up again in frustration. “WHAT IS IT THEN?! WHAT COULD I BE MISSING?!” This rage. Anger. He’s not unfamiliar with it in the least bit. It’s an emotion he’s very well acquainted with that he deals with it at least once a day! But this anger? This Rage? It felt... Different. Gripping the sides of his head, Cortex growls in frustration. “AGH! Nevermind all that!! Whatever!! If it’s so important then surely I’ll remember it in due time... I just need to bide my time before I am returned to my body... And figure out how Orvis works, while I’m at it~.”
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