domoarigatodokurobotto:
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chargeman:
(FRY MAH HIDE I FORGOT TO POST!!!HVISHFHFSDFIUFG)
Damnit, he didn’t want to leave the bar, but he also didn’t wanted to be involved into this… It wasn’t easy to get into a normal bar as a Wily Robot and if he would be a part of a fight he would’ve been kicked out of this bar forever…
A try to drink the feelings away seemed to have failed. Luckily the alcohol started to do the first work…
“Guys… This is one of the bars we are able to visit. Don’t destroy it by making stress here, okay?”
Actually he was a train bot and he ran on water and coal and so it wasn’t that good to drink alcohol but that wasn’t something he really cared about right now. After calming down he realized something he didn’t want to realize and it wasn’t like that this was his only problem.
The two searchmen and doc weren’t bots that had a problem with him. Well, he didn’t know them that well and maybe that was the reason. They didn’t know how he acted before. That was the ONLY good thing right now…
As much as Loud was oddly amazed by the fact that Charge was a real live talking train!!!!, he hated being told what to do, and frowned. “I’LL DESTROY STUFF IF I WANT T-”
“W-what do you want to drink-??” Quiet said irritably before his brother could finish his sentence.
“….UH.” Loud hesitated for a moment. What kinds of beer even were there? Were there different kinds? He didn’t know, Wave had brought him the drinks the first time after he’d apologised to and spoken with him in private. He hadn’t bothered to check the brand or anything. “YOU KNOW, JUST… BEER!! ANY OLD SHIT, I AIN’T PICKY.” There, that’d work. Making out like they didn’t care about things made people cool or something!!!
With another sigh - seemed that was going to be a recurring thing tonight - Quiet turned back to the bar and ordered their drinks, soon handing the beers to Doc and his brother and then taking his own cider for himself. Too preoccupied to see if he could think of anything about Quiet’s drink that he could make fun of, Loud just grinned and took a big swig right from the get go.
The beer container was..smaller than he expected. Then again, large robot, so he should’ve expected that. He brought it to his mouth and took a sip, trying ot get a taste for it. It was different from what he remembered, but it has been a long time. After a moment, he took a big drink from it, almost emptying the container before he set it back down. There’s an odd taste, but there’s no visible signs of the drink affecting him yet.
Okay! They’re drinking! That was fine, because they won’t destroy things now…
Wait, they were drinking! What was he thinking? He looked over to Quiet. “… It’s not that good that they’re drinking right now, isn’t it?”
At least he was normal… as far as Charge knew because, well, Quiet wasn’t that talkative.
“Maybe we should leave the bar and let them on their own so they can destroy whatever they want. I don’t want to be involved into this, I have enough problems.”
icantdrawairman:
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KUNG
KUNG
KUNG FU CUT MAN!
…Someone please kill me.
For some elaboration: AMR asked us to draw our robots like in the Ruby Spears cartoon.
Awesome!!
I should draw Chargeman in Ruby Spears style! ….oh wait….
Pfft I’ll do it anyway :D just saw that pumpman did it, too ûu
Although I wouldn’t have to change lots of things XDDD
domoarigatodokurobotto:
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chargeman:
Why did he deser- … Nah Okay.. But still. Why do they have to be here? Now? “… Can you give me Wodka? I need this… really….”
Normally he would run on water and coal…today he would run on alcohol. “Hey! If you stop right now, I’ll pay, okay? Just, please, STOP”
He didn’t want to, but honestly? He also didn’t want to have a fight right here… It didn’t hurt him that much, because he saved a bit money. That was the good thing of being a train. He was able to make deliveries.
“Come on! Sit down, I’ll play, you can drink but don’t fight….”
“OOOOOH, PUTTING THE HANDBAG AWAY, EH??” Loud mocked, his own smirk just widening at the sight of Doc’s. The other ‘bot had been around far longer than he had, and the possibility that he could have more experience with drinking than he did never crossed the rowdy ‘bot’s mind. He also seemed to be forgetting about how he apparently got when he was drunk, though granted, it’d only happened once. “‘BOUT TIME YOU GOT SOME BALLS!!”
Looking from Doc to Charge with a look that was just screaming “what made me think this would be a good idea”, Quiet sighed. “N-No, it’s fine, Charge, that won’t be necessary…” he said, turning to the bar to order their drinks. “I-I assure you, nothing will happen.” As if to emphasise his point, he turned his head sharply to glare at his brother, who just grinned back smugly. How could the noisy ‘bot complain about getting stuff for free? Sure, the company left something to be desired, but eh, whatever.
Oooh this is going to be SO fun, Doc knew. He looked at quiet, almost apologetically, but one good look at his face the searchbot could tell that Doc was not one to back down from a challenge, even if it’s the loud one. Speaking of which, Doc turned his attention back onto the loud one.“Since you’re such a big shot when it comes to drinks, you choose what we’ll be having.” If what he heard was right, it took him quite a while before he fell into a drunken state on his first time since reactivation. But this is a new body now, so he was not certain if it had the same tolerance for alcohol, or more. God he hoped so.
(FRY MAH HIDE I FORGOT TO POST!!!HVISHFHFSDFIUFG)
Damnit, he didn’t want to leave the bar, but he also didn’t wanted to be involved into this… It wasn’t easy to get into a normal bar as a Wily Robot and if he would be a part of a fight he would’ve been kicked out of this bar forever…
A try to drink the feelings away seemed to have failed. Luckily the alcohol started to do the first work…
“Guys… This is one of the bars we are able to visit. Don’t destroy it by making stress here, okay?”
Actually he was a train bot and he ran on water and coal and so it wasn’t that good to drink alcohol but that wasn’t something he really cared about right now. After calming down he realized something he didn’t want to realize and it wasn’t like that this was his only problem.
The two searchmen and doc weren’t bots that had a problem with him. Well, he didn’t know them that well and maybe that was the reason. They didn’t know how he acted before. That was the ONLY good thing right now…
Great, it’s tuesday again…
Any silly questions?
domoarigatodokurobotto:
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chargeman:
Oh no… no no not that loud one! Why had heto be there? Was that a sick joke? “I think I need another drink….”
Everyone was looking at them! Yes, that was exactly what he wanted to have now. “I have a name, you know?”, he mumbled angrily. He didn’t met Loud that often but he hated his behavior. He was… well, loud and he didn’t care about what others wanted and he also seemed to be very arrogant. The fact that he was just very LOUD was the most annoying thing. Well, from time to time he made fun out of Loud but he wasn’t in the mood right now…
He was looking at quite with a “oh god how did you handle it to share one body with him???”-look on his face.
“Bazoo-… Aha….” He got the drink he ordered and drank it very quickly. Oh, this would be a horrible night…for sure…
“Uh- I-I think you should probably give Charge a bit of space-” Quiet said gingerly, noticing the annoyed tone in the train ‘bots voice and so putting his hands on Loud’s shoulders to kind of gently pull him back a little.
“GET OFF.” Loud grumbled, shrugging out of his brother’s grip and then glaring at Doc. “IF I WANT TO FIRE MY FREAKIN’ BAZOOKA IN THIS PLACE, THEN I WILL-”
“S-so- ah- a-anyway-” Quiet piped up, having a hard time ignoring the strange looks his boisterous brother was attracting. “W-why don’t we just order ourselves a drink and have a little chat amongst ourselves, hm-?? I-I’m sure I have enough to pay for us all-“
“GOOD, ‘CAUSE IF YOU THINK I’M PAYING, YOU’VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING.” Loud snorted, dismissing his brother’s subsequent look of annoyance and going over to the nearest seat and sitting down on it heavily. “I’M NOT FUSSY, JUST GET ME A BEER OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT. NO PRISSY LITTLE COCKTAILS LIKE WHAT YOU AND DOC‘LL PROBABLY HAVE.” He smirked a little at that, apparently amused by his own comment.
“Fire, and it will be the last drink you ever have, and…Did I just hear you right?” Doc got a terrible, terrible smirk on his face. The kind that says “It’s on now, fuckass.” Granted he only got drunk once, and even then it was with all the money he had when he first got re-activated so long ago. “Quiet, let me have what he’s having.”
Why did he deser- … Nah Okay.. But still. Why do they have to be here? Now? “… Can you give me Wodka? I need this… really….”
Normally he would run on water and coal…today he would run on alcohol. “Hey! If you stop right now, I’ll pay, okay? Just, please, STOP”
He didn’t want to, but honestly? He also didn’t want to have a fight right here… It didn’t hurt him that much, because he saved a bit money. That was the good thing of being a train. He was able to make deliveries.
“Come on! Sit down, I’ll play, you can drink but don’t fight….”
domoarigatodokurobotto:
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chargeman:
Oh… He wanted to be alone… Damnit.
“Ah… Hello quiet…” Oh no, that Doc was also there. Not that he didn’t like them, he actually didn’t know them that well to say something like this, but…
“What are you doing here?” he tried not to show his “enthusiasm”. Charge just wanted to drink something…
Well, at least Loud wasn’t there. Quiet was okay… “You also want to drink something?”
“W-well, uh- I-I suppose having one or two drinks is likely to be a part of the evening, yes- b-but I’m mostly here to try to patch things up between my brother and I…” he let his sentence trail off a little as he looked back to Doc and then around at the others inhabiting the bar, wondering where on earth said brother could be. “…O-Of course, whether or not that happens depends entirely on whether he shows up or not…”
Speaking of the devil, no sooner had Quiet let out a heavy sigh than an all-too-familiar voice could be heard above the bustle of all the bar-dwellers. “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I’M HERE. THIS BETTER BE FREAKIN’ GOOD.” came the voice of the louder of the two Searches, already getting on a few bad sides as he shoved his way past the other people in the bar and headed over to where Quiet, Doc and Charge were. His dirty blonde mullet just as unruly as always, his green army jacket, faded white tank top and camo combats weren’t in much of a better state. Did he ever actually wash them…? “…AW FOR FUCK’S SAKE, YOU DIDN’T TELL ME HE WAS GONNA BE HERE!!” he groaned, indicating Doc with a jerk of his thumb.
“O-Oh hush,” Quiet said, frowning a little but at least relieved his brother had actually decided to turn up. “I-I know for a fact that you two are more than capable of getting alo-“
“HOLY SHIT- YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THE WORLD’S ONLY TALKING TRAIN WAS GONNA BE HERE TOO!!” Loud exclaimed, completely ignoring his former other head as he went over to Charge, grinning and eliciting a few flinches from people nearby who were unaccustomed to the volume of his voice. Quiet just rolled his eyes and gave an apologetic look to Doc. This was going to be a long night.
The Doc Robot shrugged, a little uncertain of how to take in Search acting like this, but he should’ve expected this from the loud one. He checked his pockets for any sort of currency, and silently cursed when he found he had none. He forgot that he didn’t have any way to get money in the first place without causing havoc for no reason. He hoped that this would not be a problem, but he doubted it. Chargeman was something of a wildcard to Doc: He didn’t know much about him, and it’s likely he’s just as if not more fight happy as himself. In any case, he asked, and Doc replied “I am here to make certain that there aren’t any bazookas fired in this building, so to speak.”
Oh no… no no not that loud one! Why had he to be there? Was that a sick joke? “I think I need another drink….”
Everyone was looking at them! Yes, that was exactly what he wanted to have now. “I have a name, you know?”, he mumbled angrily. He didn’t met Loud that often but he hated his behavior. He was… well, loud and he didn’t care about what others wanted and he also seemed to be very arrogant. The fact that he was just very LOUD was the most annoying thing. Well, from time to time he made fun out of Loud but he wasn’t in the mood right now…
He was looking at quite with a “oh god how did you handle it to share one body with him???”-look on his face.
“Bazoo-… Aha….” He got the drink he ordered and drank it very quickly. Oh, this would be a horrible night…for sure…
