dwn052oncloudnine replied to your post:Maker, as if we needed more obnoxious,…

Not the brightest bot that one is…

Mm, it seems to be a recurring thing with explosive-obsessed robots.

Maker, as if we needed more obnoxious, trigger-happy idiots…

…HOLY SHIT

TALK ABOUT AWESOME

flashistheman:

"You’re welcome, and free to go. I was created to serve!" He says dramatically. "Nice voice for the prom, if the stutter comes back let me know, and I’ll replace the vox entirely. As payment if you run across scrap metal, teleport it to the Fortress. We are running low." Flash says. "You know, I might be a lot of things, but I take my job seriously." He says to him finally, his face serious. "My number one priority is the safety and longevity of this Fortress and the DWN’s. 2nd gen or not, Doctor Wily placed that trust in me because I worked for it. Don’t ever thing I wont do my job, its my new purpose now." He puts his soldering gun away. "You can go." 

"Ah… alright." Was all Ivan said for the time being, apparently still getting used to not having to keep repeating the first part of his sentences. He’d not had the greatest opinion on Flash after the incident with Star, but now he was being made to rethink his views, which was… a bit of a problem. Mentally deciding not to mention this to Star, he got to his feet. "Well, thank you, in any case. And…"

Aaaaand now he was feeling awkward again. But if Ivan was anything, he was a gentleman - he couldn’t just accept the help after all the things he’d said about the second gen. “…My apologies for attempting to besmirch your name. I’m still not happy about Star’s situation, but I suppose you do have the best interests of the fortress residents in mind, so…” He fell silent again, making a sound like an awkward throat clear. “…I’ll keep the scrap metal in mind.”

Straightening out his jumper and with a slight nod of acknowledgement, the Searchbot soon turned to leave the lab. Now he just needed to think of an excuse for his disappearing stutter.

flashistheman:

Flash puts the vox back together and then hooks it back into Ivans neck, screws it back into place, closes the skin and uses some adhesive to close the seal. Pressing lightly to let it dry. Then pulls up Ivans turtleneck and looked at the computer. Updates completed, recalibrating. He turns it on and Ivan is forced to make the Do Ra Me Fa Se La Te Doh calibration test and his voice adjusted. 

He unplugs the other robot master and pats his knee. “Done. Say something, you shouldn’t have that stutter anymore.” 

"Er…." Jeez, he’d wanted to be rid of his stutter for so long, and now that it was potentially gone he hadn’t the faintest clue what to say. The fact he was still feeling like a complete idiot for going this long without getting it fixed wasn’t exactly helping, but he was soon speaking up again. "…Something like this?"

Okay, at that he momentarily forgot about his feeling of humiliation. Cripes, was that his voice? The novelty of his problem finally being gone after all these years was enough to put an incredulous smile on his face. “Goodness, er- this is certainly going to take a bit of getting used to, maker… thank you, Flash, I appreciate it.”

flashistheman:

"You are." He stands up and moves over to Ivan and grabs the robot by the chin and plugs into his ear cap and activates the updating program. "Alright, I’ll update your vox settings and software, and take a look at your Vox." He tilts Ivans head back and with a small hook, grabs a seam of skin and pulls it free of its grips and pushes it aside, before grabbing his small star headed screw driver and opening the others panels. 

Once inside he reaches in and unhooks the vox and gives it a shake, the sounds of little things rattling inside, almost like a little rattle. “There we go, the soldering in your vox is shot too. Your stutter is a electronics issue, it shorts when the wires touch making your skip in your speech. Fixing it just requires me to find my soldering gun.” 

He puts the part on the table and walks over to a tool box, pulling open the shelves quickly as he works through the labeled tools until he finds it, and some solder and walks back. Leaning down over the vox as he opens it up carefully and gets to work. Its little screws stuck to the driver with a magnet so they didn’t go anywhere. “Once this is fixed, you wont have a stutter. Thats it, thats all the Vox does, gives you a voice.” 

Deciding it was best not to bother Flash further as he was working, Ivan remained still and silent as the second gen worked. It was tricky to hide the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment he was getting as the true source of his problem was located, though. All that paranoia about getting his coding checked and it wasn’t even a coding issue at all? 

Remaining silent, Ivan just glanced away out of the corner of his eye, hoping the slight embarrassed furrowing of his brows wasn’t too noticeable. He probably looked like such a drama queen in light of this, didn’t he.

n-0secondchances:

you might as well just toss both, then.

NAAAAH

THE FIRST WAY’S FUNNIER BECAUSE THEN YOU HAVE TO DRAG YOURSELF AROUND EVERYWHERE

n-0secondchances:

if that’s what you want to believe, then you may. it isn’t really a concern since its not my business to reveal.

YEAH YEAH, WHATEVER

ON THE OFF-CHANCE YOU DO KNOW, YOU’D BETTER KEEP IT TO YOURSELF, OR ELSE I’M GONNA DUMP YOUR LOWER HALF IN THE OCEAN!!

n-0secondchances:

like i said. you’re not particularly hard to read.

YEAH YEAH, WHATEVER

YOU’RE JUST PRETENDING TO KNOW SO YOU CAN PESTER ME, SO FUCK OFF

>I just…embarrassed myself. Alot. Maybe I’ll just go curl up in bed.

>O-Oh, dear… w-well, if there’s anything I can do to help you feel better, you just let me know.

n-0secondchances:

…percy. if i were spying on you, then the whole fortress must be as well. you’re not as discreet as you think you may be

however much that may be

BUT I NEVER EVEN SAID ANYTHING ABOUT MY DUMB CRUSH TO ANYONE, HOW COULD YOU KNOW IF YOU WEREN’T SPYING ON ME??

…UNLESS YOU’RE JUST PRETENDING TO KNOW TO MESS WITH ME, IN WHICH CASE YOU FUCKING SUCK

n-0secondchances:

you forget i’ve just been wandering the fortress this whole time. i’ve seen whom you interact with more and who you interact with less.

SO, WHAT, YOU’VE BEEN SPYING ON ME??

…OH MY MAKER YOU’VE BEEN SPYING ON ME

WHAT ELSE DO YOU KNOW

If you were to switch abilities with one of your brethren for one day, whose power would you possibly like to have?
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I-It depends on whether both Percy and I would receive the same ability or not. O-On the off-chance we don’t, I suppose a Flame Sword would be a good way of keeping him in check…

n-0secondchances:

i know who it is

WOOOOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH

WOAH, HEY

ONE: NO YOU DON’T, AND TWO: FUCK OFF

>...Ivan, could I please have a brief hug?

>Ah… o-of course, Star. Wh-Why, is something wrong…??