Temple of Wind

((OOC: back to the obscure cave hence I came. I will be back definetly by June 5th, I think. I’m confident that I’ll pass, but I need to study and finish details on my graphic engine. ))　

copy-x:

“No, do not send anyone.” Copy didn’t need anyone else to see the destruction, or even see that he was the cause of it. Copy gave a pained look. No that wouldn’t do at all. Copy X looked at Harpuia carefully, in a silence that lasted until one of them spoke. But Harpuia, the ever faithful servant never would speak without asking permission; always afraid to have done him wrong somehow.

The action was both pleasing and frustrating.

Sometimes Copy wanted someone to tell him things. Tell him that things were not alright. To take control and have him take a day. For himself.  He wanted so many things.

He didn’t want to be a parental figure. He wanted a parent. A figure in a world that had confused him from his activation day.

 The world was cruel.

And Copy X would make sure everyone knew.

The little reploid seemed to have lost himself again. Staring like a lifeless doll. He would not tell the Sage to leave, nor would say for him to stay.

“…Very well.” Harpuia spoke, nodding, although the other one’s pained expression confused him. He had managed to catch it and, well, it made him wonder…

Why was he looking like that?

It seemed the smaller one’s look progressed from pained to resentful, and the Guardian almost took a step back. Maybe it was time to go-
Or perhaps not. The other had frozen in place, a drifting look on his face. “… I’ll just…” he started, then approached, moving closer in an uneasy manner.

One step.

Then another.

Making up his mind, he quickly picked the other up. He had gotten no reprimand the first time, and he was not certain of now. He would take punishment willingly if this was unwanted, but he felt that something had to be done.

His Master looked exhausted, he doubted that the blue-armored reploid would make it very far by himself once he left. “I shall take you to your quarters then, Master X.” He spoke, his voice firm. Perhaps if he sounded sure of himself, his ‘father’ would allow him to continue with the action without reprimand.

Or perhaps he’d recieve punishment for his audacity.

sageharpuia:

cyberelfx:

axl-nami:

“Meema’s like me, only bigger and he can walk on two legs.” the pup stated as he scanned the ground from his higher vantage point as he nibbled on another Oran berry. “Oh and he has a really long ponytail that’s red with bits of black and being held back by a blue ribbon!”

((Meema! Hey Meema! Where are you?!))

X peered down from his “perch” in Zero’s arms as the rather demonic-looking Reploid flew.  ‘Do you see anything?’ he asked the blonde, rather worried.  He was tempted to cut his illusion short and return to his usual appearance—that of a fierce Zoroark—but at this height he wasn’t sure if Zero would be able to carry him and would probably drop him.

A massive black dragon caught his attention, the same one from earlier.  He was still confused as to why there was a Zekrom there.

((Zerooooo~!))

((Welp.

Reblogging for signal boost, in case Zeromod missed it (themaverickzero).

If it is not seen again I might as well skip and reply to get this thing done. ))

((I’ll just….))

The Zekrom nodded to the fox’s description, looking around. He expected for this fox to be on the ground, so he didn’t even think of looking at the airspace around him.

Until he almost bumped into them, that is.

”..!” He blinked, gazing upon this floating blob. The first thing he noticed was that it was Zero, and this made the dragon snarl slightly. The Maverick one. He could smell it, the corruption. What stopped him from doing anything about it, though, was the fox with him. “…Master X?” He inquired, looking at Axl and back to X. Maybe it was? Could Axl identify him?

(Source: its-lumine)

the-alice-blue-rabbit:

When the people seemed to ignore the two of them, Aliblu relaxed a little more. “Perhaps. When we have time. And in exchange, I’ll tell all about Wonderland. Everything there is to know, at least what IS known, I mean.” She noted the tone he had spoken in. The same way Hatter would talk if she asked about the Great War. She stared at the buildings that seemed too tall for her to see the tops of.

“I suppose.” Harpuia replied, leading onwards until they reached the heart of Neo Arcadia, Haven. Looking up at the cross-shaped building, he then shook his head, nostalgic, and turned to the female. “Where do you wish to go now?” 

Now that they were here…

darkcream:

sageharpuia:

Harpuia did not understand what the fuss was about, but since she took the money, he did not question it, nodding a little. “Very well, that is all I have to ask of you.” With that, he gave a nod to the pantheon, then directed that she follow it. “It’ll make sure to lead you to wherever it is that you need to go.”

With that said, he stepped back, then bowed. “I will see you again, Miss Cream, but until then, I bid you farewell.” He wouldn’t leave until she did, though. He was pretty sure that was human custom, and Cream seemed to act a lot like a human, so maybe her customs were similar.

The Gardevoir blinked a bit, then she bowed back to the sage.

“Thank you for everything. See you.”

Wishing to no more make Harpuia waste his time with her, she soon turned her attention to the pantheon, she was ready to follow it.

Bowing, Harpuia then left, the destination being his office.

As he did so, the Pantheon saluted, awaiting orders. Its speech was robotical, like that of any mechaniloid, as it spoke up. “Requesting parameters. What is your desired location?”

melodicrebel started following you

“…How very interesting.” Harpuia uttered, then bowed. “It is a pleasure to meet you　.”

copy-x:

sageharpuia:

Harpuia did not complain nor recoil at the touch, his gaze now fixed on the reploid that was smaller in stature, but should be older in age. He waited for further instructions dutifully, listening when his Master spoke once more. X’s actions confused him as of late, he had never really been touched before he disappeared. No, he had hardly been spared a glance or speech that was not an order. He was not used to this at all, but he figured he should stay and take it, nervously hoping that, perhaps, their efforts to please their ‘father’ were not in vain.

“It is a heavy burden you carry, Master X.” He replied softly, then nodded as the reploid stated that he was not in the best of conditions (well, tired, but that was bad in Harpuia’s book). He understood the implications, that of being weighed down by a burden. While he considered his own to be much less than that of his Master, he could at least relate slightly.

Standing, Sage stiffened, offering to help him up, but the other did so himself, stumbling. “A-ah, Master X!” He reached to the other, eyes widening as he tripped near the weapon. His movements became swift rather than awkward, concern taking over the fact that he was touching Megaman X without explicit permission.

Well, the reploid that was made to replace him, but he didn’t know that.

Catching the other was an easy feat, as well as picking them up. It was done in a matter of moments, Harpuia now processing the fact of what he had done. It made him grow nervous as he looked at his weapon from the corner of his eye, then at the smaller reploid he was now carrying.

W-what if he wasn’t supposed to?

Sage Harpuia suddenly grew to feel very flustered. He didn’t know if the action was considered correct or bad. There could be concequences and-

Harpuia looked so distraught that Copy thought he was going to drop him.

And it was better if he didn’t.

And well…

Copy had never been held before. And he wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting. He didn’t need to catch him. The blade was close, but Copy would have been fine. But of course Harpuia would catch him, for his safety. Because he cared about this stranger he was impersonating.

“…” And he didn’t just hold him at the small of his back, but picked him up fully.  Maybe it was to take him to bed? Both were stilled. X was not sure what he would have done. No, he meant… Copy.  Copy was not sure.

The copy didn’t care. The moment he started calling himself X or believing it he would offline himself, regardless of Neo Arcadia. He liked his home, just not his position. He blinked a few times at the Sage.

If they were ‘family’, as absurd the notion around reploid-kind, then touch shouldn’t be a large issue? Did X, show affection all the time? Or did he keep it to a few.  Leviathan was one for ‘touching’ always patting Fefnir on the back ——-well most times it was to make him fall over. And she’d hug him, X, a few times. But Copy thought that maybe it was an extra feature implanted in her personality; a defectual feature.

Resigned, the small build slouched in the Sage’s arms. ‘It’s alright’. Copy wasn’t mad, nor did he have any feeling about the situation. He was just tired.

“You can put me down… I’ll just… Rest here.” It would do no good to walk the upper halls without putting the effort of his ‘mask’ in place. Harpuia would know where he was. He’d get a proper pod restoration when he managed his own way up.

“Take your blade.” Best not to have anymore accidents.

“…” Harpuia sighed, looking down at the reploid. He seemed just as shocked as he was, and the green-armored guardian waited for a reprimand.

A reprimand that never came. “Ah…” He nodded a little, carefully placing the smaller reploid down (ah, he had just noticed X was smaller than he…) on the crate he was previously sitting on. “Would you prefer it if I asked that someone bring you some Energy Cristals in a few hours, Master X?” He asked, politely, as he stepped back and took the blade from the ground.

For now, he’d pretend he never did anything.

This never happened.

With that thought in mind, he deactivated his Sonic Blade and put it back in place, upon his jets. It was relatively easy to unmount and mount these weapons from their place, so long as he allowed it.

How had Master X loosened the autolock that only disengaged with his own thought signals?

Well, if anyone knew how, it was Master X. Why should he question his Master?

Remaining in place, he awaited orders, assuming that after these, he would be asked to leave.

darkcream:

sageharpuia:

Harpuia nodded quietly, waiting for her to be done talking to the waiter, who nodded and left to do so.

The reploid gave a curt and prompt nod at her question, leading her outside. “Indeed. I’ll have to leave you some money in case you need anything else.” He sounded like it was quite normal to lend cash to someone.

Once outside, he waved a nearby pantheon patrolling over. “Request that someone take your place on my demand, and please escort miss Cream here to wherever she wishes.” He then turned to the Pokémon next to him, reaching to hand her some money. “Do take care of yourself, miss.” He did hope she took it…

How else was she supposed to get by if he left her by herself?

“Ehh!?”

She blushed a bit as she saw him give her more money. Dear, how kind of him, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed. It didn’t feel very right for to take money from him, it was almost like she was getting paid for being a burden for the sage and his agenda. She sure owed him a lot, and she knew that.

“You’re giving me more? B-but…”, she sighed giving up on her sentence. “I’m accepting it only because I’ll really need it…”

The pokemon, with basically delicate movements, took the money that was being given.

“I’ll use it wisely!”

Harpuia did not understand what the fuss was about, but since she took the money, he did not question it, nodding a little. “Very well, that is all I have to ask of you.” With that, he gave a nod to the pantheon, then directed that she follow it. “It’ll make sure to lead you to wherever it is that you need to go.”

With that said, he stepped back, then bowed. “I will see you again, Miss Cream, but until then, I bid you farewell.” He wouldn’t leave until she did, though. He was pretty sure that was human custom, and Cream seemed to act a lot like a human, so maybe her customs were similar.

the-alice-blue-rabbit:

Aliblu was startled when the sage spoke, but rested her arm downwards anyway. She had to relax or she’d probably pass out. She looked around at the roads, reminding her of a spiders web almost.

“…Is there a history to this place?” She dared to ask. Even if they weren’t playing the game anymore, there was still much she wanted to learn. Neo Arcadia, the cyberelves, all of it…It intrigued her, the way books had when she was a child.

Harpuia continued walking, trying to maintain good posture. In a short period of time, the civilians began ignoring them as they walked and passed by.

“There is, but it’s long.” Harpuia started, his voice a bit quiet and soft. “Very long, and a bit… sad.” And rather unpleasant. It did contain gruesome battles, due to the Elf Wars. “Perhaps another day.”

While he was fine with telling the story, it was indeed long and not the kind of thing to talk about in public.