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ladyproto asked:

What are you doing? We were supposed to lay low!

ladyrokko:

ladyproto:

ladyrokko:

I’m sorry, but I heard you talk about how much you wanted to learn how to knit!  I just… I wanted you to be happy…

We are two displaced robots in hostile territory. What part of that can you not understand?  She grabs her sisters wrists firmly, and he first thought was how easily it could be snapped. Any other combat robot in the area would not be as gentle or forgiving.

I don’t imagine any version of Master will be happy to see me, and I know most if not all want you dead. 

I-I understand.

The combat robot slowly nodded at her older sibling.  She may have been made with weapons to fight, but she was completely committed to being a good sister.  Sometimes, that clouded her better judgement.

I’ll be more careful.

Look. We’re stuck here. Together. She bites back the irritation at that thought.

We’re going to make the best of it. She gave a promise and a threat all in one.

Are you cold? I don’t really know how you work. Do you run poorly and sub-optimal temperatures? 

ladyproto asked:

What are you doing? We were supposed to lay low!

ladyrokko:

I’m sorry, but I heard you talk about how much you wanted to learn how to knit!  I just… I wanted you to be happy…

We are two displaced robots in hostile territory. What part of that can you not understand?  She grabs her sisters wrists firmly, and he first thought was how easily it could be snapped. Any other combat robot in the area would not be as gentle or forgiving.

I don’t imagine any version of Master will be happy to see me, and I know most if not all want you dead. 

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

You may be a Cosmetic Bot but you're not a killing machine!

cosmeticbot-prism:

ladyproto:

cosmeticbot-prism:

So ya know what I am?  Sorry, Anon.  It’s like, nothing personal.

She took out the knife and slit the throat of the grayface before stabbing him in the back.

I’m like, just doin’ my job~

Damn. We didn’t have models like you where I come from. 

Hm?  You look kinda like the first son… Only you’re like, a woman.  Care to come back to the tower with me?

Not if your going to be puling that stunt. I think I’ll stay here. Besides I have someone I can’t leave behind. She too dumb to care for herself very well.

((look, ma, i’m an omega-verser))

We’re homeless.

Proto tastes the bitter finality on her tongue. We’re orphans and we’re homeless.

She kicks another piece of metal against the worn, brick wall into a kind of lean-to. This would be her sheltered for the night. No, their shelter. She looks to Rokko.

More than a dozen and a half robot masters in that Tower and it had to be you.

She catches her reflection on a piece of metal that isn’t as severely rusted as the rest. She was once proud, noble, a thing to be respected and feared. Oh, she was never exactly well put together – the type of ragged, tattered clothing came with the job – but now… She looks down at her dirty and muddy pants. At least she had always been clean.

The town was cold, and just familiar enough for all to seem disorienting.  It was probably winter time there, and while they were both robotic, they couldn’t afford any damage. There was no one to repair them any longer.

((I have no idea who to ask, so I’m going to just post it here. 

Rokko and I would like to join the OmegaVerse! We know there are canon lightbots, but we were hoping to play refugee Rokko and Proto, as in they were displaced when they ran from Wily after he tried to make them into Emily.

My question is, will you allow us? If you think it would not work out, that’s fine, and we can continue with our own verse or join another! It’s just always better to have people to talk to))

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