#reploid-hunter

♙ Most malicious act tied to your name

Mayrune’s face paled, biting her lip. The most malicious… While the reploid put many memories out of her head, just the thought performing to such made her joints and core lock up momentarily.

Mayrune had been organizing files and several other things in her office and space in the navigator offices. Her fingers drummed through the files, parting them as she tucked them in newer files. Her lips pulled and sang a tune she had remembered, her heels clicking as she danced a bit.

“Moon river, wider than a mileI’m crossing you in style some dayOh dream maker, you heart breakerWherever you’re going, I’m going your way~

Two drifters off to see the worldThere’s such a lot of world to seeWe’re after the same rainbow’s endWaiting ‘round the bend, my huckleberry friendMoon river and me-”

After a slight spin, her heel pounded hard as her eyes landed on Xavier who stood in the door way. Silence filled the room, Mayrune’s cheeks turning progressively more red.

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As the Blue Bomber was keeping an eye on the area around him, as usual, he happened to notice the other in the distance. He didn’t know whether this one was good or evil, so he decided to keep a good distance between them. However, he did decide to speak.

Neo Arcadia, the shining capital of the world rested silently in the early light. The sun had not quite made its presence known as a solitary figure moved between buildings.

It was strange to see a figure, a reploid no less move around on their own so early, especially with the crisis that Neo Arcadia faced. Between the limited means of energy (a problem that continued to plague the city and its leadership), and the brutally slow restoration of the outside world, security had been upped to unprecedented scales and unfortunately, Pantheon Soldiers; simple machines were not ones to reason or negotiate.

Stranger still, the robed figure had been ignored by said soldiers, and he was able to pass from building to building without being stopped for credentials.

Entering a particular structure, the aged pacifist approached a U shaped desk, and caught the attention of a reploid clerk that had been typing away furiously on a holographic display. 

"You're in early."

"Late Actually, someone had to file these d-" The woman froze, her silvery eyes widening as she turned to face the one who had dared interrupt her report filing.

"Oh! Master X! I'm so sorry!" She apologized frantically but he simply shook his head and held up a hand.

"It's alright. We all have our limits, and having to stay that late filing paperwork would make more than a few people snap." X soothed.

He honestly liked most of the people that worked this building. They were hard working, friendly, and didn't mind speaking their mind; most of the time.

Of course, that was probably because they were essentially a bounty hunter's collection offices. They did other things sure, but with as much that needed done, allowing bounties to be filed and taken in had been in the city's best interest as it drew dozen of elite ex hunters and combat reploids.

Sure, he, along with both the gentle judges and the human leaders hadn't been overly eager to allow this but, they had been pragmatic about it. Pantheon Soldiers may have been expendable, but they weren't exactly cunning, nor did they excel at covert operations. Plus, the Guardians and their units couldn't be everywhere at once.

It wouldn't have surprised him if they would have disagreed with him on the matter though if they had been willing (or able perhaps) to stand up to him.

Leaning forward slightly, X spoke in that same soft tone that he tended to use wherever he went.

"Is the director in yet? I was hoping to review a few of the bounties with her."

The blonde woman shook her head faintly.

"No Master X, she won't be in for at least another-" The reploid glanced at the clock on her display, "Ten minutes at the very least."

X tilted his head forward a little bit, recognizing the wait. With that, he turned and headed for an isolated corner of the building where a few chairs had been scattered about with only a half thought.

*feels the same way as you, loved the legends series and the zx series because it wasn’t classic or X and Zero* Alas, sadly too many people just couldn’t handle change. ;n;

I don't mind the games themselves of Classic or X or MMZ I love them as games. I love all the MM games. SF and BN included.

I just hate the whiny diaperbaby nostalgiafags of classic and x that basically stopped buying megaman games because they refused to move forward along with the series.

They refused to go onward and forced the series to a stagnant and sterile halt of old nostalgia graphics to milk at least /some/ cash out of them.

They may whine and bitch and complain that they totally backed MML3 but that's 10 years too late. Where were they when the sales of the Legends series mattered? Whining that it wasn't Megaman or X (and MMX's Zero).

beware I have the perfect dress for you when you do move here~