02-20-2016, 12:30 AM
Pop!
“Owwwwwie,” Mickey screeched, but Blues placed a hand over his compadré’s mouth, silencing his whining.
“Those guys might still be nearby, Mick,” the preteen machine reminded him.
Mickey nodded. Blues pointed toward his own shoulder, and the mouse copied the exact same motions the Proto Man had just gone through. His friend sat criss-cross apple sauce in front of him, and with one swift jerk, he slid the machine boy’s shoulder back into its proper location. Discomfort flashed over Blues’ face for a brief second before being replaced, strangely enough, by an expression of unfamiliarity.
Do robots have bones? Mickey wondered; he thought about voicing this thought aloud, but something told him that perhaps this wasn’t a subject Blues was eager to speak about. Instead, he just sat next to him, joining him in silence.
A few yards away, Belle had slipped into sleep amidst incoherent ramblings about “vajayjays” (which, to Mickey sounded like some exotic species of bird) and boxing. The mouse honestly had no clue what the two had to do with each other, but in the girl’s mixed up brain, he supposed, anything connection was plausible.
In front of the mouse and Proto Man, two of Teucer’s relics lay on the ground. One, the shield Mickey had been carrying for a good while now; the other, a set of bracers they’d recently nabbed off one of the many competitors that rushed for the Defibrillator. Two down, four to go.
“That girl’s got the sword,” Blues spoke up as if he’d been going over the same things as Mickey at the same time.
“And there’s that kid, with the armor,” Mickey glanced over at the preteen machine.
“So we know where two of them are. That’s a start,” the boy smiled, “…so how do we get them, then? Any ideas?”
Mickey shrugged. Honestly, he had no clue. They’d had a chance to snatch the sword off of the redhead girl at various points in the fight, but she’d managed to evade the grasp of the Proto Mouse with surprising efficiency. It would take more than just a little bit of skill to swipe her relic off of her. The boy in the green tunic, meanwhile, was a bit of an anomaly—he’d always seemed to be right around the corner, following Kopaka and the other guy along through the forest.
And then there was the matter of the Proto Mouse. They’d decided to use it again almost as quickly as they’d sworn off of it. Blues didn’t seem to mind, but constantly living in a body that wasn’t his own had quickly grated on the mouse—the experience just seemed so foreign to him, and he was having trouble getting used to it.
But… such power.
“We find them and we take them,” Mickey resolved, standing up. He grabbed the shield and left Proto Man sitting by their supplies, rejoining Belle over by the tree. He hated seeing the redhead so banged up.
He took one last quick glance at Teucer’s buckler before laying it next to a sound-asleep Belle. One of the pictures in Play, Boy that still could be read following its unfortunate submergence in the river described a method of protection for women; they called it a Nuvaring, but it was shaped pretty similarly to the spirit’s shield so for now, Mickey decided, this would have to do. It served him well in a tight spot. And since Kopaka had stolen her crowbar, she had no way of defending herself.
“It said this would protect you for a month or money-back guarantee,” Mickey whispered, sliding down next to his friend, “So if it doesn’t…”
What? he thought. What will you do, if this doesn’t turn out how you expect? If this doesn’t turn out how you hope it will, Mickey? There is no money-back guarantee here on the island. The thought soured his expression, so he pushed it far out of his mind.
“…well, we’ll find Teucer and we’ll make him pay up.”
Belle groaned a little in her sleep.
“Eat your heart out, Rocky Balboa.”
“Owwwwwie,” Mickey screeched, but Blues placed a hand over his compadré’s mouth, silencing his whining.
“Those guys might still be nearby, Mick,” the preteen machine reminded him.
Mickey nodded. Blues pointed toward his own shoulder, and the mouse copied the exact same motions the Proto Man had just gone through. His friend sat criss-cross apple sauce in front of him, and with one swift jerk, he slid the machine boy’s shoulder back into its proper location. Discomfort flashed over Blues’ face for a brief second before being replaced, strangely enough, by an expression of unfamiliarity.
Do robots have bones? Mickey wondered; he thought about voicing this thought aloud, but something told him that perhaps this wasn’t a subject Blues was eager to speak about. Instead, he just sat next to him, joining him in silence.
A few yards away, Belle had slipped into sleep amidst incoherent ramblings about “vajayjays” (which, to Mickey sounded like some exotic species of bird) and boxing. The mouse honestly had no clue what the two had to do with each other, but in the girl’s mixed up brain, he supposed, anything connection was plausible.
In front of the mouse and Proto Man, two of Teucer’s relics lay on the ground. One, the shield Mickey had been carrying for a good while now; the other, a set of bracers they’d recently nabbed off one of the many competitors that rushed for the Defibrillator. Two down, four to go.
“That girl’s got the sword,” Blues spoke up as if he’d been going over the same things as Mickey at the same time.
“And there’s that kid, with the armor,” Mickey glanced over at the preteen machine.
“So we know where two of them are. That’s a start,” the boy smiled, “…so how do we get them, then? Any ideas?”
Mickey shrugged. Honestly, he had no clue. They’d had a chance to snatch the sword off of the redhead girl at various points in the fight, but she’d managed to evade the grasp of the Proto Mouse with surprising efficiency. It would take more than just a little bit of skill to swipe her relic off of her. The boy in the green tunic, meanwhile, was a bit of an anomaly—he’d always seemed to be right around the corner, following Kopaka and the other guy along through the forest.
And then there was the matter of the Proto Mouse. They’d decided to use it again almost as quickly as they’d sworn off of it. Blues didn’t seem to mind, but constantly living in a body that wasn’t his own had quickly grated on the mouse—the experience just seemed so foreign to him, and he was having trouble getting used to it.
But… such power.
“We find them and we take them,” Mickey resolved, standing up. He grabbed the shield and left Proto Man sitting by their supplies, rejoining Belle over by the tree. He hated seeing the redhead so banged up.
He took one last quick glance at Teucer’s buckler before laying it next to a sound-asleep Belle. One of the pictures in Play, Boy that still could be read following its unfortunate submergence in the river described a method of protection for women; they called it a Nuvaring, but it was shaped pretty similarly to the spirit’s shield so for now, Mickey decided, this would have to do. It served him well in a tight spot. And since Kopaka had stolen her crowbar, she had no way of defending herself.
“It said this would protect you for a month or money-back guarantee,” Mickey whispered, sliding down next to his friend, “So if it doesn’t…”
What? he thought. What will you do, if this doesn’t turn out how you expect? If this doesn’t turn out how you hope it will, Mickey? There is no money-back guarantee here on the island. The thought soured his expression, so he pushed it far out of his mind.
“…well, we’ll find Teucer and we’ll make him pay up.”
Belle groaned a little in her sleep.
“Eat your heart out, Rocky Balboa.”
Quote:Mickey has given the Shield to Belle.
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