Logfile from M3

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Woaé."

[Radio: (F) Public] Armored Armadillo transmits, "Woaé?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Yeah. Woaé."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "15 Masters are on, AA."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "OOC: *Hit Slash*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "OOC: Ic channel, here. :D"

[Radio: (F) Public] Armored Armadillo transmits, "OOC: WHO is OOC knowledge"

[Radio: (F) Public] Armored Armadillo transmits, "Wily forget his pills again or something... *Crash bang boom*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "I think the Apocolypse is upon us. 15 Masters, my recent luck... That is going to be heck, mates."

[Radio: (F) Public] Armored Armadillo transmits, "...since when does Wily need 15 extra hands... *More sounds of what could be combat in the background*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Slash Man, what kind of crack are you on?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "But.. 15 Wily Dorks.. that's 30 extra hands, no?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "You ask me. I was 'Woaé'ing about the news. Thoses guys bankrupting."

[Radio: (F) Public] Enker transmits, "..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Armored Armadillo transmits, "Yeah but there's more than 15 of them. How's he control them all, anyhow?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "Maybe it would be the crack You were on when you and Quick fought?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "Yeah well, I won that race. And I'm pretty sure he must slip drugs in their drinks!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk transmits, "Race to what? Idiocy?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Nah, the hills."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man, belatedly: "Shut up, crackhead."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "You want another beatdown, Tengu?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "Oh, it's Pinochio trying to blast me!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "You should stop lying, it's bad for your nose."

[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk chuckles, "I wouldn't mind watching it."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Okay, Agile, shut up; I wasn't talking to you."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Slash Man: bring it."

[Radio: (F) Public] Armored Armadillo audibly facepalms. Heavily. And then goes back to -- destroying stuff, apparently?

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "I will kick your feline aft any day of the week."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man would, but he is busy in a 2on1 at the moment. "Dangit Centaur, stay still!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk chuckles helplessly, "Like your brother Quick Man?"

Daryn arrives from the Egypt.

Daryn has arrived.

Somewhere here, deep in Theta territory, is the main Theta Squad complex.

And somewhere in that complex, there is a storage facility.

Somewhere within that storage facility, there are holding cells, used to hold all manner of drones awaiting repairs or diagnostics or whatever.

And in one of those cells is the 'drone' who calls himself Feste.

At present, the Fool is lying sprawled against the wall of his holding cell -- #2 -- seemingly unconscious.

[Radio: (K) None] Sand Slash Man transmits, "Care to post a location, Tengu?"

[Radio: (K) None] Reject Tengu Man transmits, "For what?"

[Radio: (K) None] Sand Slash Man transmits, "You forgotten about our fight earlier?"

[Radio: (K) None] Reject Tengu Man transmits, "Oh. Yeah. Right."

[Radio: (K) None] Reject Tengu Man transmits, "Training Room."

Daryn sneezes as he walks through the complex. He has heard of the unit drone known as Feste, which is pretty weird, because he knows someone named Feste who -isn't- a drone. Or maybe he is, and he just didn't see it? Daryn misses things a lot, and that Wind Dude sure seems to be a smart fellow. He makes his way into the storage facility, and then towards the cells. He passes by an imprisoned metool, smiles, and waves to it. The metool nerps at him. And then Daryn turns and continues his approach to the Fool's cell and peers inside.

"How lifelike..."

Feste looks very, very much unconscious. And not in too great of shape, either. He hath been most notoriously abused. Some kind of head trauma, it would look like. Nothing particularly major, but there's some awful nasty bruising and a nice gash...

But Feste is not unconscious. He remains deathly still, every bit of his attention focused on his hearing. ...footsteps! It seems like an eternity since he's heard anyone. Or seen, for that matter. The drones that maintenanced the cells made no footsteps. And they didn't talk, either. They mostly went *BZZZT*.

At the sound of a voice, one of the Fool's red eyes cracks open. Seconds afterward, the other follows suit, and it becomes clear that Feste's woken up.

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Thisss isss pathetic."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "What's pathetic, mate?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "It'sss too damn boring."

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "Oh, is it your accsssssent?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "Care to come to the base and watch Tengu get a beatdown then?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Skull Man transmits, "Again?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "By the way, Not funny, Agile."

[Radio: (F) Public] Skull Man transmits, "Let's tie Agile to a 50-ton weight and let a turtle go faster than him."

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "I'd like to see you try. No, really."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "Sounds like Rain might be the turtle for this then."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Okay."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "You all suck."

[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk transmits, "How about tie both of you to that weight and drop it in the ocean. Sounds much better."

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "Saus Sir Pointy Nose"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Isss it jussst me, or do Mavericksss come up with the mossst pathetic insssultsss?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Yes."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "They do."

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "Violen does the insulting. I do the stabbing."

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "So if you want quality insults, ask him."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "Not to mention the running when you get your butt handed to ya."

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "That was a tactical withdrawal!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Yeah yeah yeah SHUT UP."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "You loser."

Daryn peers suspiciously at the Fool. "...So...you finally reactivated.", he paces back and forth in front of the cell, "Who built you, sir? Why have they built you, sir? And why, sir, are you the splitting image of Feste, someone whose name I will not allow you to sully.", he twists once more and sets his eyes firmly on Feste, "It wasn't...Doppler was it? You're not a Dopplerganger are you?", Daryn strides dangerously close to the bars and glowers.

"I'll have you know that we don't take kindly to Dopplergangers in these parts. No sir. You aren't transmitting the virus to other Festes, are you? And have your head injuries disrupted your memory banks?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "Coming from you, it's almost like.. huh.. well, like something that doesn't hurt."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "You talking to me, mate?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "You are soooo lame."

[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk transmits, "...Like you?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Pathetic insssultsss, asss alwaysss."

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "No I'm not talking to you Mister Ssssstalker."

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "If you're going to *attempt* to insssult me, at leassst try to be original. EVERYONE goesss for the lisssp."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Yeah!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk transmits, "How about both of you keep quiet and spare the rest of us of your master and maverick immature squabbling."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "How 'bout you just shut up?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Nobody asked YOU to join in the conversation."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "Even after the pounce at Tengu's last battle as well."

The Fool's eyes widen significantly, and he begins to start from his position on the wall. He looks around briefly, two very quick looks outside his cell door. No maintenance drones. Phew. They'd taken care of 'deactivating' him, and so...

"Daryn," Feste whispers, sounding surprised. "Min herre, finally someone with more than megahertz for a brain... you have no idea how..." The words are left hanging in the ensuing silence as confusion sets in.

"What are you talking about? Daryn, it's me!" he hisses, after a moment's pause. Ooo! Realistic!

[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk mutters something about pinochio.

[Radio: (F) Public] Agile transmits, "I think Pointy Nose is pissed."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sand Slash Man transmits, "Got that right he's angry."

You deactivate your radio.

Wind Man arrives from the Egypt.

Wind Man has arrived.

Daryn blinks, "Megahertz? That sounds German, you -must- be a Dopplerganger!", he crouches a bit to get a better look at Feste. "What have you done with Feste!?", he blinks, and then realizes.. 'Min herre'? That sounds suspiciously like something -Feste- might say. And a Dopplerganger wouldn't compliment his brain! "...hmm...You are a pretty well made Dopplerganger...I didn't know they could make good Dopplerbots...", he ponders for a moment, and then shrugs, "It's you, you say? If you're you, why did the Robot Masters take you prisoner and say you're a drone? I mean, they could just scan you and stuff.", see? It makes sense.

"..." Feste stares up at Daryn for a moment after inching closer to the bars, peering up in disbelief at the rocker. He should've known. He really should've.

The Fool shakes his head briefly - a mistake. OW. He puts a hand to his forehead, wincing, trying to find the words. Stupid English. "I don't know. I wish I did. One moment I was sitting in my chair, the next I was being picked up and accused of horrible taste," he laments.

'round about this time, Wind Man arrives from, you know, somewhere. Where Robot Masters comes from. Maybe you'll find out when you're older. The heartless Robot Master simply nods to the security guards at the holding facility, who let him by without much scrutiny, since it's a fairly low-priority complex after all. He pauses to get destructions from the facility director regarding the location of the drone mentioned in 'this report', which he has a copy of in his datapad, and is promptly directed to Feste's location.

Daryn frowns a bit, "Now now, don't worry, I'm sure they're just playin' like I am. Unless it's...Wait, it was Wind Man. Huh. That'd be really weird.", he sits down, opens a small compartment in his armor up, and withdraws a lunchbox. "Do you like mayo on your grilled cheese?", he asks thoughtfully, smiles, and then says, "I'll just talk with them and get this whole thing cleared up. I suppose you could always swear allegiance to The Doc. They look kindly on that kinda stuff unless you're Landon."

Hmm. Wind Man. Feste's met him before... but didn't see enough of him to understand why that'd be a problem... yes, we're back to 'really confused' mode now. Alas.

The Fool sighs quietly, sagging against the cell wall again. It, at least, supports him. "Mayo? I think not."

He looks down, idly toying with the material of his jeans, bunched up around the knee. It just gives him something to do. After a moment, he looks back up. "Well... wait. How did you get in here, Daryn?"

"And more importantly, why," says Wind Man in his typical terminally unamused voice, since he has now come upon where the other two are speaking. The design of his face is mostly devoid of features which can be adjusted to form a readable expression, so he simply stares at Daryn with his permanently molded, vaguely skull-like visage.

Daryn Waves over to Wind Man, "Hey there, pal.", he looks over to Feste, "Well, y'see, you're under my protection, Feste, so I know where you are at all times.", he seems to be serious about this. Is Daryn a Cherub!? Probably more likely a Djiin, but that's neither here nor there. "As for how I got in, well, I can't give away all my secrets.", he told the Drones he was allied to The Robot Masters, and by Gosh he is! Daryn looks over to Wind Man, however, and adds, "And why? Well, I heard there was a drone tat looked just like Feste in this facility, and as my band is affiliated with your organization, it is very important to ensure that it is secure from infiltration. You see, if there was a fake Feste in my crew, they could've possibly degraded your security.", he glances to Feste, "But I can verify if this Feste is the real Feste, right ma'am?"

"Oh," says the Fool, somewhat comforted by that statement. "My guardian angel," he continues, somewhat dryly. (hah.) He quiets down as he hears another approach and hail his savior in scale armor -- very quiet. That is, in all likelihood, a Robot Master, and-- he just-- he knows they're not after him or anything but-- there's that seizing panic, always lurking in the background, even if it's being applied to the wrong faction. So Feste quiets, observing from behind the door.

Affiliated with your organization. Hm. Well. F knew that, right? Right.

"Right," mutters the Fool, tone still dry.

"I see," replies Wind Man gravely to Daryn. "And what is your Feste doing in out drone holding facility?"

"That's what *I'd* like to know," Feste mutters.

Dr. Wily arrives from the Egypt.

Dr. Wily has arrived.

Blizzard Wolf arrives from the Egypt.

Blizzard Wolf has arrived.

Daryn blinks, "You guys salvaged him, I think. And good thing you did too!", he peers back to Feste, "Just look at him. He needs a repair job quickly or he might suffer from permanent cosmetic damage unless he goes to a Doctor or something.", he blinks, and then points a finger at Feste, "Why are you so banged up? Did someone try to steal your skin again? God, I hate that..."

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Blizzard Wolf enters the Upper Nile.

Blizzard Wolf has left.

"I see," says Wind Man coldly. One is almost tempted to check one's breath to see if it's become visible. "Its movements are very erratic and imprecise... Quality workmanship for a human imitation, Mr. Luna. Although clearly not one of ours... I don't know how the salvage drones could have mistaken it. But that's not really my department." Wind Man looks upwards as the telltale sound rings through the air.

"Father is coming." The air itself practically holds still for a moment.

Or maybe it /doesn't/, but you know, dramatic license and stuff.

The Fool shifts his weight back against the wall again, sighing. Abernathy is -so- going to kill me when this is over. Or worse. Oh crap. Maybe he'd better swear fealty to Wily and just never go back.

"That would be nice," he says, tone airy, as Daryn begins commenting on the salvage job. "And I'm banged up," he continues, speaking very deliberately and louder with every syllable -- is he angry? Oooh! -- "because every time I woke up, one of those DRONES would come along with a BASEBALL BAT and 'deactivate' me." He provides air quotes for your convenience. The comment about skin theft just earns a blink. Feste is too irritated to care.

At the mysterious 'weeoo etc', the Fool halts his monologue. Gwahaah?

Over the horizon appears a familiar saucer shaped craft. Music blares form the speakers. It appears the doctor is listening to Led Zeppelin again. Thos crazy mad scientists. It'll be a bit longer before he arrives...

Daryn pauses, "They have? They used -baseball bats-? Hardly acceptable, I'm sure you agree Wind Man, because guitars are far more better. They have greater handling, and they look cooler too. We should equip all the drones with guitar clubs as soon as we can.", he looks back to Wind Man, "Really? Well, damn, guess you're stuck here forever, Feste, unless..., wheeow wheeow wheeow, "What luck, Feste!", he smiles brightly as the Led Zeppelin pierces through the Theta Sphere drone holding facility thing, "The Doctor is coming to rescue you himself, what an honor!"

"Cool is irrelevant," says Wind Man. "Bats are more cost effective." He raises his gaze slightly at Daryn's next comment. "Perhaps you misunderstood. I am sure we can release your Feste to you... but since Father himself is on his way, there may be some other questions he has for it first."

Guitars. Well. At least guitars-- wait, no. They'd probably hurt just as much. Wow, Daryn is /so/ not helping right now.

Ooh, what luck? Yay? Sounds as though he'll be getting an audience with the Good Doctor himself. Oh wow. He's sure that if he were, say, more conscious and not currently nursing a whale of a headache, he'd appreciate it so much more.

"I'm not an it," F complains, sounding miserable.

The saucer lands and WIly scrambles down, then makes haste to Daryn's side. "ANd just what is going on around here, mmm?" The doctor takes a sip from his beer and peers about officiously.

"Greetings, father," says Wind Man, nodding respectfully. "I believe this is the drone that was mistakenly salvaged. Daryn claims it belongs to him. It certainly doesn't look like one of ours." Wind Man pauses to correct himself. "She, I mean, not 'it'."

Daryn blinks, "Cost-effective? Well, you've got a point there, but if cost was of no concern...then, well, guitars are just more interesting.", he nods however, "I'm sure Wily will treat you right, Feste.", he pauses, "Right...Feste's a...", lady, man, lady, man, lady, man... "........" Daryn can't speak..he's stuck! Thankfully Wily arrives, and he looks over to Wily, and smiles, "You captured a Feste! He's actually part of my band.", he looks to Wind Man, who solves the problem for him. He nods to Wind Man. "Right."

Okay. This is so not working to encourage Feste's sense of gender identity. Curse you all.

The Fool just sighs, letting his head gently hit the cell wall, eyes narrowed to slits. He'd point out that, he's, y'know, MALE, but it'll have to wait 'til later, apparently.

[OOC] Daryn says, "You know, I remember a certain Feste who abused a person who was imprisoned in a certain play."

[OOC] Feste *cough* *cough*

[OOC] Daryn says, "This kind of Karma would make Xiang giggle."

Dr. Wily blinks. He takes a sip of his beer. Blinks again. "Part of your band you say?" He eyes Feste and walks over to the poor fellow. "Not that I don't believe Daryn and all...but how do I know you're in the band? How can you prove it, eh?"

"Daryn suggested that we hit it a guitar," volunteers Wind Man. "That's the sort of thing people in bands are supposed to be good at, correct? If it's - she's - really in a band, she won't mind being hit with a guitar."

"Madman, thou errest," Feste whispers, mostly to himself. "I say there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog..."

At the moment, he seems pretty out of it. The Fool's aware of what's going on, but he's just so... tired. Having to sit in fear of being smacked by uncaring drones for two and a half days will do that to you.

Daryn nods to Wind....but pauses midway, "Well, if I smashed Feste in the head with a guitar, that would prove -I- am Daryn, but it wouldn't prove Feste is Feste. If Feste is going to prove he is Feste, he's going to have to hit me in the head with a guitar with the grace and elegance of a true follower of Hardcore.", he then adds, a bit more softly, "Even if he is a trumpet player.", he looks towards Feste, "Can you hit me in the head, sir, with a guitar? I'll lend you mine."

Dr. Wily chuckles. "Well Daryn...if thats what you wish." He steps back and nods. "Get on with it."

"That seems unnecessary," says Wind Man flatly, "hitting you over the head with a guitar would be counterproductive, Mr. Luna. I can have your Feste released immediately..." having said that, Wind Man calls over one of the men operating the facility to open the door, since he certainly doesn't know every security code used in the empire himself. "Try to keep better track of it. Her."

"I say this house is as dark as ignorance," Feste continues quietly, "though ignorance were as dark as hell. And I say there was never man thus abused--"

Finally, someone says something to him, and thus snaps him out of his little quoting-trance. Shut up, Feste! Said trumpet player looks up at his employer, a mite confused.

"...you want me to hit you with a guitar?" asks the Fool. "That's not going hurt my pay, is it?" Orrrr... not. F leans closer to the cell door, so he can see Wind better. "Really? Oh! ...hey! Listen, you, I'm no common-bred mongrel to be kept on a leash," he insists, pointing at the Master.

Daryn nods to Wily Respectfully, "Thank you, Doctor.", he'll even offer his own guitar to Feste, "Don't hold back, Feste, if that's who you really are. No rocker holds back! Let me have it with all your might!", he then glances to Wind Man, "Well, thanks, but we better have the test just in case. He'll have to do this anyway eventually, you see, otherwise he-...well No, FEste, I don't see why it would."

"Very well," says Wind Man, nodding to Daryn. "You may proceed, Feste".

Dr. Wily crosses his arms and watches. This should be good. Oh yes...

Ooh. Freedom. It's... intoxicating. Or maybe that's just the head trauma coming into play as the Fool comes unsteadily to his feet. Woo, dizzy. He holds out a hand to catch himself, with a courteous assist from Señor Pared.

"Oh, okay then." The Fool leans against the wall for a moment more before moving forward to take the guitar. "Now... 'm sorry if I miss or something. 'm having kind of an-- ordeal seeing straight," Feste murmurs, mostly to Daryn. And lo, he doth step forward, and taketh a mighty swing at the man before him.

You strike Daryn with a glancing hit from your Generic Melee attack.

Daryn says, "That's no excuse, Feste, the guitar cannot miss if you want it to hit. The guitar is an extension of your will, of your soul. It is not merely an extension of your arm for your arm is part of your will and any extensions of your limbs are also extensions of your will. If you miss me, it's simply because you didn't want to hit me hard enough. If you miss, you don't have the Hard Before Core, it is squishy, and malleable, make it hard like...Well, Hard Man."

And lo, the guitar collideth with Daryn's cheek, and Daryn's head doth turn with the blow, body twisting faintly as his armor dents slightly and his body tilts to the side ever faintly. Then Daryn's body doth turneth back into a more secure stance, and he nods faintly, "For a level one hardcore fellow, that's pretty good, you have a good career ahead of you, Feste, yes sir."

Dr. Wily stares. "I....uhh....." What can you really say?

"I think it's safe to say that she is indeed one of yours," says Wind Man dryly. "I hope we'll be seeing plenty of you both in the future." .oO(From a safe distance away)

Poor Feste finds himself with a wounded guitar clutched loosely in both hands, and Daryn standing before him, head twisted. Oh wow. He just hit a rockstar with a guitar. It's like... a dream come true...

And so Feste stands here, sputtering in disbelief until he can piece the correct English words and phrases together. "I'm... hardcore?"

Dr. Wily enters the Egypt.

Dr. Wily has left.

"Apparently," says Wind Man, turning to depart along with his creator. "just try to be hardcore somewhere else, if you can help it."

[OOC] Wind Man says, "Feste + Daryn hardcore, only 19.95. You'll never believe what /these/ cyborgs learned to do at band camp, totally uncensored and not sold in stores."

Daryn nods to Wind Man, "Why, thank you Wind Man, we'd be honored.", If only Abernathy was here, he could join the band too. He glances after Wind Man again, blinks, and looks to Feste, "Yup. Very. A lot of it is untapped, but with training, and experience, you could become one of the most hardcore people around. We better get goin' before the drones come back though, they must have lots of baseball bats to nab someone as hardcore as you."

"Terribly sorry about that and all," Feste mumbles at Wind Man. And yes, if only Abernathy were h-- please disregard. The author's inner fangirl has been appropriately subdued.

Anyway. F lets the guitar slip into one hand and fall to his side as he listens to Daryn. Oo. Oo. Sounds cool. "...I see... an excellent idea, Daryn sir. I most heartily approve."

Daryn says, "Kewl.", practically mispelling it vocally as the two warriors of destiny depart into the sunset, to new lands, and new adventures!

Feste walks off into the sunset with Daryn. Actually, it's more like, 'wobbles off into the sunset', as the Fool traces a decidedly curvy, haphazard path out the door. Oops.

Cue ending themesong!