Open Megaman RP Post

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This is an open post for random Megaman shenanigans!!!!

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[copychip]

This -- this wasn't right. He wasn't trying to hide anything from Red, he was just... busy. Yeah, that's right. He had got stuff to do, so he couldn't see Red all the time. ...yeah, right. If that was the case, then what was this he was doing right now? Avoiding his mentor by ducking into a little alcove out of sight, yet close enough to hear the elder calling for him.

He didn't like the heavy feeling in his gut. The guilt ate at him... and yet he couldn't fess up. Not when it meant that Red Alert could lose everything. He could see it too -- the way Red Alert was changing, and he just- just couldn't sit there and do nothing. And he'd been promised. Promised, by the Professor, that doing this, using the DNA cores-- that would help Red Alert return to normal. And that Red couldn't find out, because he would stop Axl, and that just couldn't happen.

So he hid in the alcove, hoping, willing for Red to pass him by without discovery. Please, Red, he thought, I have to do this.

[dadreaper]

The absence of Axl worries him the most. If he's hiding from him as a game, then it's fine - but if he's doing it on purpose...

If the Professor could have contacted him, then maybe he contacted Axl, too. Took advantage of the kid. Coerced him into doing something he didn't want to do. And that burns him up inside, makes him furious. Red Alert wasn't to be toyed with - Axl wasn't something to be toyed with. Full potential or not, better to have him happy and safe than to leave him in the hands of others.

He wanders down another corridor, recalling memory data of the hiding places Axl liked to use. Small, narrow places Red couldn't get in but could only check (he'd found him anyway, squashed into some small alcove, laughing or pouting when he was caught. The memories are bright).

"If I were you, where would I go..." he hums, kneeling to check a crawlspace briefly.

To Axl, his footsteps sound closer, now. His voice, too. But if there's anything Red has taught Axl, it's to hold his nerve, right?

[copychip]

Axl holds still -- stiller than he's ever been before -- as Red approaches. Hoping, willing Red not to find him. He'd picked a new alcove to hide in, one he'd never used before, and he hoped that would be enough to throw the elder Reploid off.

But still, the guilt roiled in his core, strong and overbearing. This just wasn't right. Why was he cowering like this? Like Red was going to punish him if he got caught?

...No, it wasn't Red he was scared of. It was the Professor. Something about that man seemed... off. And if Axl had to be honest, he was unsettled by the man's mere presence. And yet, he cared so much for Red Alert he'd pushed it aside for the promise of saving the syndicate.

But was it really worth breaking his bond with Red?

Too bad the choice wasn't his to make anymore, as his swirling thoughts cause him to drag one of the retracted stabilizers across the wall behind him, making a short but audible scratching noise. He winced, cursing himself inwardly.

[dadreaper]

He's a little uncertain of where he should be looking - he's checked most of Axl's usual hiding places, and found nothing - but the scratch of metal on stone is more than enough to give his target away.

"Huh," he murmurs, heading towards the noise. It's somewhere Axl hasn't hidden before, but it's not really a new thing.

He crouches, using his scythe as a balancer as he peeks into Axl's hiding place.

"You had me a little worried with your games, kid," he comments, but his tone is a bit forced. It's such a subtle waver that only someone who knew him well would pick it up, and if anyone knows him well, it's Axl. "If you needed some alone time, you could have just asked."

He peers at him curiously, but as always, he leaves enough room for Axl to keep his personal space, to move if he wants. Red never crowds him. "Something on your mind? You've been distant."