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entrancelogs2016-03-14 08:58 pm
monosaccharide) wrote in entrancelogs2016-03-14 08:58 pm
Entry tags:
- adventure time: bonnibel bubblegum,
- marble hornets: alex kralie,
- marvel: rocket,
- over the garden wall: beatrice,
- over the garden wall: wirt,
- persona 4: kanji tatsumi,
- rick and morty: rick,
- steven universe: amethyst,
- undertale: alphys,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: sans,
- undertale: undyne
open } i'll chew you up and spit you out cause that's what young love is all about
Who: Princess Bubblegum, Rick Sanchez, and anyone who wants to watch a motherfucking ROBOT FIGHT
Where: outside in a large open area with specially assembled bleachers
When: 3/14
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Bubblegum and Rick have had a slight disagreement over who's the better scientist. Time for a motherfucking robot fight to decide who's the best.
The Story:
It's a beautiful day outside. The birds are singing, flowers are blooming… perfect weather for a GIANT ROBOT FIGHT.
On one side of the field is Princess Bubblegum's robot, the CANDY CRUSHER, an elegant machine painted in pinks and purples that in no way make it look less like a giant metal monster that could squish a man like an ant. On the other side of the field stands THE ROBO-FUCKER, which is Rick’s monstrosity of metal and plastic and...wood for some reason. He built a robot out of wood one time and it worked pretty well, so whatever. It’s not nearly as elegant as the Princess’s, but it’s functional and covered in circular saws and servos and shit like that, so at least it has the “robot” part down.
Rick and Bonnie put aside their differences to assemble a set of bleachers large enough to hold the known population of Wonderland, since really, what's the point of having a giant robot fight to prove who the better scientist is if no one's there to watch it? It's complete with a force field to keep everyone harm from the carnage the two robots will undoubtedly cause.
Bonnie's on top of her robot with a blowtorch, making a few last minute adjustments as she waits for the match to start. She looks over towards Rick's robot with a glare. Sure, her attitude towards him may have softened in the process of building SUPER COOL BATTLEBOTS together, but that doesn't mean she's any less determined to crush him.
Rick matches her glare, and even does the whole point at eyes point at enemy thing because might as well sell this whole thing, right?
It’s just about time to begin. The crowds have gathered. People are drinking booze and milling about. Everyone’s here to see horrifying metal death.
Bonnie slides off her robot and takes her position at the end of the field, standing on a raised podium. She puts on a helmet and straps on her control gauntlets, then takes a battle ready position. The Candy Crusher lights up and follows suit.
Rick’s control system is more boring, basically just a sort of tablet with a few buttons and a joystick. This is basically like a super fun, high-stakes game of Punch Out to him. He taps the screen a few times and the ROBO-FUCKER (all caps of course) shifts and stomps in place a few times, servos whirring and circular saws starting to spin. He peers past the robots to where Bonnie is waiting on the other side of the field.
“You’re going doooooowwwnnnnn, aspartame!”
She gasps. "I AM ALL REAL, you collagen-deficient sack of biological material with a declining cell count and a tiny thymus! It is on!"
And she sends her robot charging forward, slamming her fists together into a laser gun that shoots bright pink blasts at the Robo-Fucker (she will not use all caps).
Rick answers with a war cry and the ROBO-FUCKER sends a blast of green energy in the direction of the Candy Crusher, while at the same time it charges forward. This is it! The robot fight of the millennium! Metal collides with metal! Saws meet blades! Lasers explode! Metal rends and shreds, plastic shatters, wood cracks. At one point Rick releases a bunch of snakes from a secret snake holster. They don’t do much but slither off toward the woods.
The battle rages on, and it’s basically the most awesome thing you have ever seen, I mean, come on, it’s two robots fighting, how badass is this? But after several long, incredibly cool minutes, it’s clear who the victor is. The Candy Crusher crushes the ROBO-FUCKER and it goes to pieces in the field.
Rick howls in anger to keep up appearances. Sure, this is a blow to his ego, but holy shit that was a lot of fun.
Bonnie pulls off her helmet and drops it on the stage next to her, holding up her fists. "I AM THE GREATEST SCIENTIST OF ALL TIME!" She presses one last button, and the Candy Crusher's fists shoot up into the sky, exploding in a brilliant display of fireworks. Her ego, it appears, is doing even better than usual. But yes, it was definitely fun.
Rick crosses the field once he’s sure most people aren’t looking anymore and, with a very begrudging look on his face, offers his hand for Bubblegum to shake.
“A-Alright, that was actually fun, we should totally do this again sometime, and anyway, you’re smart or whatever I guess.”
She shakes it, beaming. "Yes, I suppose you aren't as far beneath my level as I thought."
[ooc: feel free to mingle and tag out watching the robot fight or anything before or after, as well as to bother either of our robot engineers! we'll have starters for different sections.]
Where: outside in a large open area with specially assembled bleachers
When: 3/14
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Bubblegum and Rick have had a slight disagreement over who's the better scientist. Time for a motherfucking robot fight to decide who's the best.
The Story:
It's a beautiful day outside. The birds are singing, flowers are blooming… perfect weather for a GIANT ROBOT FIGHT.
On one side of the field is Princess Bubblegum's robot, the CANDY CRUSHER, an elegant machine painted in pinks and purples that in no way make it look less like a giant metal monster that could squish a man like an ant. On the other side of the field stands THE ROBO-FUCKER, which is Rick’s monstrosity of metal and plastic and...wood for some reason. He built a robot out of wood one time and it worked pretty well, so whatever. It’s not nearly as elegant as the Princess’s, but it’s functional and covered in circular saws and servos and shit like that, so at least it has the “robot” part down.
Rick and Bonnie put aside their differences to assemble a set of bleachers large enough to hold the known population of Wonderland, since really, what's the point of having a giant robot fight to prove who the better scientist is if no one's there to watch it? It's complete with a force field to keep everyone harm from the carnage the two robots will undoubtedly cause.
Bonnie's on top of her robot with a blowtorch, making a few last minute adjustments as she waits for the match to start. She looks over towards Rick's robot with a glare. Sure, her attitude towards him may have softened in the process of building SUPER COOL BATTLEBOTS together, but that doesn't mean she's any less determined to crush him.
Rick matches her glare, and even does the whole point at eyes point at enemy thing because might as well sell this whole thing, right?
It’s just about time to begin. The crowds have gathered. People are drinking booze and milling about. Everyone’s here to see horrifying metal death.
Bonnie slides off her robot and takes her position at the end of the field, standing on a raised podium. She puts on a helmet and straps on her control gauntlets, then takes a battle ready position. The Candy Crusher lights up and follows suit.
Rick’s control system is more boring, basically just a sort of tablet with a few buttons and a joystick. This is basically like a super fun, high-stakes game of Punch Out to him. He taps the screen a few times and the ROBO-FUCKER (all caps of course) shifts and stomps in place a few times, servos whirring and circular saws starting to spin. He peers past the robots to where Bonnie is waiting on the other side of the field.
“You’re going doooooowwwnnnnn, aspartame!”
She gasps. "I AM ALL REAL, you collagen-deficient sack of biological material with a declining cell count and a tiny thymus! It is on!"
And she sends her robot charging forward, slamming her fists together into a laser gun that shoots bright pink blasts at the Robo-Fucker (she will not use all caps).
Rick answers with a war cry and the ROBO-FUCKER sends a blast of green energy in the direction of the Candy Crusher, while at the same time it charges forward. This is it! The robot fight of the millennium! Metal collides with metal! Saws meet blades! Lasers explode! Metal rends and shreds, plastic shatters, wood cracks. At one point Rick releases a bunch of snakes from a secret snake holster. They don’t do much but slither off toward the woods.
The battle rages on, and it’s basically the most awesome thing you have ever seen, I mean, come on, it’s two robots fighting, how badass is this? But after several long, incredibly cool minutes, it’s clear who the victor is. The Candy Crusher crushes the ROBO-FUCKER and it goes to pieces in the field.
Rick howls in anger to keep up appearances. Sure, this is a blow to his ego, but holy shit that was a lot of fun.
Bonnie pulls off her helmet and drops it on the stage next to her, holding up her fists. "I AM THE GREATEST SCIENTIST OF ALL TIME!" She presses one last button, and the Candy Crusher's fists shoot up into the sky, exploding in a brilliant display of fireworks. Her ego, it appears, is doing even better than usual. But yes, it was definitely fun.
Rick crosses the field once he’s sure most people aren’t looking anymore and, with a very begrudging look on his face, offers his hand for Bubblegum to shake.
“A-Alright, that was actually fun, we should totally do this again sometime, and anyway, you’re smart or whatever I guess.”
She shakes it, beaming. "Yes, I suppose you aren't as far beneath my level as I thought."
[ooc: feel free to mingle and tag out watching the robot fight or anything before or after, as well as to bother either of our robot engineers! we'll have starters for different sections.]
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The camera's his shield. That's all someone like him needs. He has Rocket's gun stowed away somewhere in his room, though its kick and loud bang don't make it a great weapon in his hands. He should've asked Rocket for a pistol of some kind, something a little more his speed. Maybe then this little shit would be the one with one death under their belt instead of him.
"Am I missing the carnage? Pity." A look behind you ploy might've worked in fifth grade, but not here and not now. "Say, why don't you get in on that action? Lots of punching and yelling and violence. Seems right up your alley."
Or they could play with some nuclear waste. He's really not picky on that front.
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"I would love to, but I was not invited. Think one of them would make me a robot like that if I asked nicely?" They'd mentioned the thought to Dipper, too: they got awfully far on nothing but sticks and ballet shoes and notebooks and frying pans. Fun to think what might happen if they started to branch out. If knives weren't the only weapon they had that was actually meant to be a weapon.
Snakes: deployed. They just kinda slither for the woods. Snake holsters: truly wasted on this audience.
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"I'm thinking a couple supergeniuses are a whole lot smarter than you if you think they're gonna make you a killer-bot." Maybe if they didn't walk around grinning the way they did they might get farther with subterfuge, but Alex isn't one to give this kid pointers.
He doesn't dare tear his gaze from them. Much as he might hold up his camera as his protection - which it is, in a manner of speaking - they're the one that's lethally armed here.
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Behind their back, a knife passes from one hand to another. They raise a hand suddenly, sharply. Left hand.
It's empty. They just play with their hair, scratch their ear where a healed-over cut still itches.
"You know that Max is fine, right? We talked it out. You really don't have anything left to worry about."
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"So I heard," he says shortly. "Doesn't exonerate you."
Nor does he entirely believe it. Whatever Max claims, that they talked it out or whatever bullshit, he's still something like 90% certain it's all some grand ploy on their end. Something to catch people off guard, particularly after Alex died on screen for all of Wonderland to see.
"In fact, I think it's pretty damn shady," says Alex after a pause, "keeping your mitts off like that. You might have Max fooled. She wants to like you, see. Wants to trust you." He snorts softly. "I'm not that gullible."
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But. Again. Playing nice. One must keep up appearances, surely.
"Well, Alex. Your vigilance in trying to send preteens to hell is nothing less than admirable. I'm sure that it's going to pay off handsomely. But as for me. If you have no interest in reconciliation, then I have better things to do."
As far as he knows, anyway.
"But do try to relax. I'm going to be around for as long as Wonderland wants me, after all. You're only going to keep running into me. It's always going to be like this, from now on."
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The threat remains unspoken, but present. He'll be watching.
He doesn't forgive, and he doesn't forget. Maybe if he decided this kid had something worth redeeming about them, but a mind's a hard thing to turn once it's set off down a path of unknowing self-destruction.
Vigilance? That's easy. He can't remember a time in his life when he wasn't consistently on edge. He'll stick with his implicit threats for now.
Maybe he should set up a security camera network.
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"I'm always smiling."
Eyes on them are nothing new. A hooded figure watching in the distance. A flower who ducks out of sight just at the edges of vision. An entire Underground whispering hopefully as they waited for the future of humans and monsters to do something. A camera that never actually captured any of their voice, a creepy face and an earnest smile both hidden behind a lens cap.
Old news. Always, inevitably, the same patterns repeating.
They turn on their heel, cast a cheerful smile over their shoulder at him. "So long, Alex Something-Or-Other. Until we meet again."
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So this might not be as over as Max wants to believe. Great.