Tell me now....

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

Characters: Protoman and you!
Setting: Varies!
Format: Action to start, but I can match.
Summary: Protoman investigates his new cagehome.
Warnings: Jerky robot for now. Possibly language.


Dorms - Room 1-02:

[The sleep paralysis wasn't an odd thing - usually Protoman couldn't move for a while after a cold boot started. Systems starting up, diagnostics to make sure everything's in working order, recalibration of things to normal settings. He didn't even notice the sleep paralysis, to be honest. He was weirded out by the bootup, however. Wasn't he fighting his father's new pet project...?

There's a sound of something moving, and Protoman's sitting up sluggishly. His right arm erupts in a rearrangement of metal parts, tearing the fabric of the provided suit up as it reforms into a firearm, pointing at the source of the noise.]

Elsewhere:

[Once he's fully awake and dressed (sans the gun arm, though his shield is on his back), Protoman will explore each floor of the tower in sequence.]

_{(If you use a non-dorm option, just specify a location in the subject line, please! I just didn't wanna write out a ton of mini-blurbs since he'd check out the whole place.)}

Comments

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

Well. Perhaps the tenacity to stand up to someone pointing a gun at you is still foolish, perhaps it's not. Either way... [The helmeted man shrugs, then starts to head off.]

Just watch your aim next time. I might not be so forgiving a second time.

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

[Are you insulting his aim you sonuvabitch--]

[Eeeye roll.] Tch, am I supposed to be scared of you? You couldn't kill me even if we weren't in this stupid tower.

[But hey man, if you were gonna leave, he's perfectly OK with that, bringing up the book he had picked up previously and leafing through it a bit.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

[He's complimenting it! He doesn't want to get trouble going...until Ankh has to press his luck. There's the sound of shifting metal again, and Protoman turns, opening fire on the table and the books there.]

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of shifting metal, Ankh looked up once again in time to see Protoman blast the table to bits. He jumped away in surprise due to his proximity, but otherwise turned on the robot with annoyance.]

Tch...! What's the big idea?!

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

You seem to be one of the individuals that requires a display of force to get a point across. I provided one. [Problem, Ankh? You poke the dog, it's going to bite.]

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Tch. Trying to intimidate me? [He lulled his neck a little and seemed to be resituating himself after jumping.]

Your stupid cannon isn't going to make start shaking in fear.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

[There's an amused noise that comes from him.]

Oh?

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile Ankh is the exact opposite of amused!]

I've put up war battlefields and all sorts of crap from medallic idiots. Some dumb gunfire's not much.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

[There's a light chuckle, and he turns around.] Very well, then.

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[Man what was with this guy. He didn't exactly fancy being laughed at] Tch. You done standing around then?

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

I am. I...admire your tenacity. It's a trait that many I've met are lacking. [And now, he's walking away, hands in his pockets.]