Shadow does not know how to fix a computer

ninja-babysitter:

'Soft spot…?' “He is as much my brother as any of the other third generation Robot Masters…” Shadow started, raising back up to his full height. “Though our makers may differ, my feelings remain the same.” The ninja robot was looking a little nostalgic as he found a comfortable place to sit, now watching curiously as Flash continued working his magic. He knew he'd come to the right man-machine!

"So, he will have to carry a device on him?" Somehow it didn’t seem ideal, though the last thing Shadow wanted to do was come off as ungrateful. "If this can be done in time for the weekend, I can gather any additional supplies you might need." As much as he wasn’t fond of the idea of being indebted to Flash Man, OR letting Forte know he could get away with just giving him orders whenever he wanted, he really did want to see Blues at the party.

"No need, got everything here. And its small, he can attack it to himself through his chest compartment." He taps his own chest, and pulls over a linksys range extender box, a mini version, pops it open and starts putting the parts inside it. And pulls the table out, holding it up. "Ta da." He tosses it to Shadow. "Have him plug that in, run a software patch and he’ll be as free as a bird." 

Flash smirks at Shadow. “And whatever about the soft spot. Anything else I can do for you?” He asks, eyeing Shadow happily. 

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airofsuperiority:

flashistheman:

airofsuperiority:

Fine.

[This is the part where I ask you to the dance. I shall leave the details up to you. Imagine how sentimental and soft I’m being. That is because I am full of charm and character.]

Satisfied?

No. Seduce me. 

>My hatred for public affection is outweighing my interest for you.

[…]

>No—wait—on second thought…

>Care to hear what I think?

>I would hardly consider this drivel of mine eloquent, but there’s a reason for that. These days all I ever feel is a bitter, lethargic feeling. Even with new management, I’m unsatisfied. However, that’s not the reason. That I’m fine with. I could outline and elaborate every single thing I loathe about about this planet, its galaxies and stars. I would put Harlan Ellison to shame. I openly seek joy in sharing animosity with others. It’s covered in its entirety.

>It’s devotion and affection I couldn’t care less to describe. This is review for you, sure, but please hear me out. My chest cavity may as well house cobwebs. The worst part—perhaps—is that it doesn’t.

>I’m harsh because I know you can handle it, and that’s… something I just can’t resist about you. It puts a satisfied smile on my face. You’re impossible to win over, and I like that. What? Do you want me to barge to your lab sporting that suit of mine you love so dearly and drag you off? 

>I might as well, because I think you keep yourself away more than I do. And—honestly—it’s a sad, sad display.

>I….ah…

[Flash was stunned. That was the most romantic and thoughtful thing any robot had ever said to him. He was suddenly confused and a little scared. Did Air really mean that? There had to be no way! Right? Not really knowing is what got to him the most. Impossible to win over, when in only a few short paragraphs Air had the DWN in the palm of his hand. Shit.]

>Wow you really aren’t very good at this. Haha, fine I’ll go to the dance with you. Maker you are corny…..wear something formal. 

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  • #swoon
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  • waysidewetsuit> Hey! So... Did you see? My prom date's a real catch! ... Think so? < *Bubbles seems more like he's asking 'Did I do good? Am I a charmer like you now?'*
  • >Yeah saw that, Brother. Way to go, hope you get to climb those legs after the dance~ 

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airofsuperiority:

flashistheman:

Rude.

Well then ask me. 

Fine.

[This is the part where I ask you to the dance. I shall leave the details up to you. Imagine how sentimental and soft I’m being. That is because I am full of charm and character.]

Satisfied?

No. Seduce me. 

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  • AnonymousHave you found a date for the prom? If not, do you have anyone in mind?
  • No. And No. 

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Shadow does not know how to fix a computer

ninja-babysitter:

Shadow was unaware of what a ‘booty call’ was, with no matching information being found within his database, but a quick internet search let him know that it was indeed a dishonorable term.

"Good evening, Flash Man." Shadow greeted, providing Elec’s retreating form a disapproving glance as he entered the lab. "…Elec Man."

While getting his fluids and pads changed DID sound nice, and he’d been meaning to ask Flash into taking a look at a minor audio bug he’d been experiencing for some time, it wasn’t what he’d come to ask for. “You are correct in your assumption that it’s been some time since I’ve received any proper maintenance, however,” the ninja robot bent suddenly forward in a deep, humble bow. “I come to you today on behalf of a dear friend. Proto Man would like to attend this year’s formal event, but is currently unable to leave the proximity of his maker’s home without powering down completely. You may need to contact him for the… exact details of his situation.”

He wondered if that paranoid move on Light’s part had anything to do with the DLN currently sitting in Flash’s lab.

Flash moves around the lab, and away from Shadow. “Oh, I see. Well it makes sense, not all humans are like Dr Wily. Dr Light is known for being a selfish old fart that refuses to croak.” He touches a computer and activates it, pulling up blue prints for the last couple of versions of Breakman/Protoman. 

"what a weird request though, got a soft spot for the old timer?" He chuckles. "There I sent of a request for an update, hopefully he wont thing I’m being weird. Oh…that was fast." He turns, to look at Shadow, his green eyes flickering as he downloads Blue’s latest planes and scans. "He seems eager." 

Flash transfers the files to the Fortress computers. “Apparently he’s having compiling issues, which is why he can’t leave the labs network range. So all we have to do….” He messes with a few things on the screen. Labeling a few parts.”….increase the range. If we attach his signal to the Skull Satellite, and amplify his own networking card. I could create an external device that he can carry with him. Allowing him to move about freely.” 

"I hope you don’t mind sticking around, this is going to take a bit to make. I’ll need a router, a motherboard…..soldering…soooome antennas." He mumbles as he digs through spare parts boxes around the lab, moving back into the storage room. Arms loaded with junk as he comes back to the table. He looks at the other an frowns, knowing Shadow probably wasn’t keeping up. "I’m making him a range extender. He’ll have to carry it around, I’ll make it as small as possible, he’s already sending me the IP address for the Light Lab servers, and the remote passcode. I’ll piggy back his signal and he can compile away while being half way across the world!" He drops it all and starts sifting. 

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  • #I don't feel like sending myself an ask lol
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Shadow does not know how to fix a computer

elecman:

ninja-babysitter:

Blues powering down whenever he was out of range of the servers? Interesting. To Shadow, this was beginning to sound like a weird riddle. Unbeknownst to Forte, the ninja DWN was feeling just as stumped as those who were usually on the receiving end of his typically and intentionally cryptic answers.

Yes, he had told Forte to ‘rest assured’ because he was going to ‘take care of the matter at once’, but truthfully the ninja had no idea what to do. Should he visit the home of Thomas Light to demand the doctor attend to the matter himself? He’d never been programmed to be a very tech-savy sort of robot, so no ideas as to how to remedy the situation himself were springing to mind, but at the same time he couldn’t help but think that violence was probably not the answer he was looking for.

Deciding that it’d be much faster if he just approached someone who DID know how to fix such a thing, he vanished into the nearest stretch of inky darkness, reappearing just outside of Flash’s lab. Surely, if anyone would be able to help, it would be him; one of Wily’s more competent (albeit disrespectful) sons.

Shadow knocked once – twice, quietly waiting before he was met with a response, though it was not the man he’d been expecting to see.

"I require Flash Man’s assistance with a matter most pertinent," He announced. "I would do it myself, however I lack the knowledge to be of help currently. I apologize for any inconveniences I may cause." Shadow finished, giving a slight bow to the unimpressed DLN staring back at him.

"Flash, your booty call is here." Elec called sardonically over his shoulder to the DWN before disappearing out of view.

Flash comes out of the storage room at the back of the lab. “I’m drying to build a dry cleaning machine so I can get my suit for prom ready, Elec. If its Tengu tell him to jerk it somewhere else. And if its Splash tell her I’ll have weepy rebound sex at the dance.” But he stops talking when he notices it was Shadow. “Oh Shadow.” 

He hadn’t seen the 3rd gen spy in awhile but that didn’t mean he wasn’t lurking about being Wily’s eyes and ears. Not that he needed to spy on Flash much, as the lab was right in Wily’s area anyways. “I wish this was a booty call.” He mumbles, Shadow was a handsome lithe creature. He puts on his nicest grin, which comes off sleezy in his white lab coat, body suit and armored boots. Sashaying his way over to the ninja. 

"What can I do for you Shadow? Looking for some upgrades? A quick tune up, I bet you are over do for a fluids and pad change." He leans on his repair table. His green eyes flashing with amused malice. 

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  • #if you take off a mask and end up being tengu #then maybe I'd still bang you #if you put the mask back one #grrr baby grrr
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  • #OOC #amr:art #amrart #robot prom
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Two Parts make a Whole.

n-0secondchances:

The first thing he realizes when Flash turns him on is that his arm might feel right for the first time in years.

As he blinks himself awake, his sensory systems tuning in with one another, the second thing he thinks he should be feeling is overwhelming panic, but, naturally, he doesn’t quite have it in him to react appropriately.

Sword sits up, almost warily, testing out his new joints and for a few seconds almost entertains the idea that he could use the sword Flash crafted as an actual weapon. The weight of it feels much better. But when he lifts and sets it down experimentally he almost sighs, his lower half fidgeting slightly. It weighed the same. But all the weight was in all the wrong places.

Part of him is kind of glad, as strange as that was. It meant that his true weapon was one of a kind.

Sword doesn’t know how to feel about the rest of his new aesthetics. He does, eventually, experiment with and test out and adjust the rest of Flash’s calibrations, but the second gen’s estimates were more or less correct. The legs were kind of nice, he has to admit. Maybe he could actually fit through some of the narrower alleyways of the fortress, now.

Honestly, though.

He stares down at his chest and absently flicks one of the nipples. It tickles.

His brothers are going to make so much fun of him.

"Astro didn’t steal my legs, I let him borrow them," Sword says, finally, his legs shifting their center of balance to check the rotating capabilities. "But you certainly outdid yourself. I was not expecting such attention." Even his voice box sounds better. Figures. He had neglected being checked on for almost a decade. To think, if he’d waited a little longer…

He shifts, again. Too late for that now.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" he asks.

Flash watches Sword test, and he smirks. “I know the sword is off, if you want, I can try and make you a better one. Nothing will be as good as your original, but I can make it more comfortable, its up to you. You need to come in every 6 months for fluid changes and pad replacements. Or every 7000miles.” 

He updates Swords repair chart in the system. “Your anti grav should keep you off the floor up to 8 kilometers. But the recall system should return your legs. Otherwise you are good as new. Heres your shirt.” He hands back the Jazercise shirt, a weird look on his face. “Send in Astro, Clown, and Frost when you get a chance. As well as Percy, Aqua and the rest of your line for repairs. You are all over due. Other then that, don’t online gamble, and you’ll be fine.” 

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