#nitromused

Cortex wasn’t going to go after some lab assistant who had gone missing. He likely wouldn’t even know. The assistant just figured that there was no real reason to not try to get to know the inhabitants of the island better. And that’s how he found himself just outside of that wall again. The mighty tribe’s wall.

Aside from the mutants Cortex created, which were obviously mostly on his side, this tribe was the only other sentient thing on these islands, as far as he knew. Plus, he’d sort of met the chieftain before, so there would be no real harm done. He couldn’t remember causing any real problems for the tribe, so he wasn’t likely to be destroyed or anything just for wanting to talk.

Great. Here, of all places. He could’ve gone anywhere in time, in any dimension, and yet, he was here. He’d much rather be back at his timetwister- even back at Cortex’s space station. Anywhere, just not here. When he was in the mood for this, sure, he’d be just fine being here. But racing was the last thing on his mind.

But then again, he truly was one of the finest racers in the galaxy, wasn’t he? One of the fastest, one of he most difficult for anybody to beat. And that was without him even having to manipulate time to be faster. If he could just get into the right mood, he’d probably be mostly fine- he mostly just didn’t feel like dealing with all of these aliens.

Unless it meant beating them after listening to their smug selves go on and on about how great they are. That was always fun, seeing their positively crushed looks when they get defeated. Ending up getting complimented- either by force or by Velo himself. 

Yes, he’d felt that he was high up on that list of racers Velo had. While he didn’t feel that Velo was above him at all as a person- well, alien- Tropy actually did consider him as an equal. Definitely more of an equal than Cortex. But that was just because he never truly felt too threatened by the alien.

N. Tropy didn’t pay much attention to any of the others around the stadium, wrapping his right arm around his tuning fork staff and looking down at the back of his robotic hand. He felt like there was somebody looking at him, but all he did was turn his robotic hand around and bend his fingers in towards his palm, almost as if he was looking at his nails- which, of course, his robotic hand didn’t even have. It was just a petty gesture, to make it clear that he’d rather not even look back at whoever it was.

“I have so many better things I could be doing right now. And yet, here I am...how unfortunate.”

Send ⎋ and my muse will say something they admire about your muse.

“..................................... Do I have to?” He asked to no one in particular. Of course, the person writing this knew he had to, simply because it’ll be amusing. So, come on Oxide, say something nice about Velo~.

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it! I admire your never-ending amount of confidence, it’s something I am near envious of! I admire that despite your loss to foul Earth slugs, you still were able to get back up and have a command on your subjects!”

❝ Never seen you before. I’ve heard stories from my Uncle though-- 

he said you were quite the reckless brute.❞

( he showed up in my rotation today actually. check your stop’s rotation. )

Even after everything, with those Earthlings beating Geary and having him be forced to clean the entire coliseum, with the Earthlings beating Velo and showing the Emperor’s true form, Geary still somehow remained loyal to the Emperor. Even after all he’d made him do, even after knowing that Geary was technically bigger and likely stronger- the robot just couldn’t lose his loyalty to the Emperor. He didn’t particularly want to overthrow him or anything. Well, a small part of him did, but he'd never do it. He couldn’t. After all, he’d turned Geary into something important, something great, and he couldn’t betray him after all of that.

He approached the Emperor, but he kept a distance just to be respectful to him. After all, someone with such great power deserved personal space- as much space as he wanted. Plus, Geary didn’t want to startle him, and if he did, since he had kept his distance, he at least wouldn’t accidentally hit him or anything.

It wasn’t too often that the marsupial had wandered out of her jungle home. She was usually more reserved, more focused on whatever type of ‘studies’ she could attempt that day. She just wanted to be an impressive scientist like her creator.

So, there she was, wandering around N Sanity Island, losing track of herself. She held her scalpel in one hand and a Wumpa fruit in the other, carefully slicing at the peel with the blade, very close to carving in deeply into what many would consider a treat.

Then, her movement halted as her eyes lifted up. She saw a tall, green being, one very unfamiliar. Tossing away the fruit she held in her hand, leaving it to whatever little creature stumble upon it, she rushed to hide away her scalpel in a pretty case she kept in her pocket a majority of the time.

Green as a skin colour was usually the tell of an alien lifeform, she pondered to herself. Plus the way this one carried himself, as well as dressed, was unique. One could say the potential ego at hand was out of this world.