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prismaticalogs2020-05-24 01:06 pm
evilgrows) wrote in prismaticalogs2020-05-24 01:06 pm
[OPEN] THOUGH EVERYTHING COULD CHANGE
▶ WHO: Dr. Robotnik and YOU
▶ WHAT: event shenanigans!
▶ WHEN: 5/25-31
▶ WHERE: Lunatia
▶ WARNINGS: nothing yet, nsfw themes could pop up
[A. DREAMS COLLECTION]
[This is why Dr. Robotnik doesn't like to go outside. This is why he prefers to stay in and get things done and not deal with this shit. But noooo, he had to go get some things. And what do you know, more ridiculous things happened. Biiiig shock.
Not that he's noticing it right now, as spaced-out as he is. He dreams of nicer things, of success, of the next project. Of his machines, efficient and functional and very much not here, but in his daydreams, there they are. He dreams of a certain agent bringing him his favorite coffee, of music and dancing and being alone.
And he can't do anything about it.
Aside from the dream bubble, he looks extremely out of it, an odd dazed-looking smile on his face.
Embarrassing.]
[B. DO UNTO OTHERS IS OUR GOLDEN RULE]
[These B-Cubes remind him of the Pokéball things Sycamore had shown off, and after considering how much that alleged hedgehog creature had kind of resembled the Pokémon... well, maybe these things'll prove useful whenever he gets home.
So sure, he signs up to try and catch some of the creatures around here, why not. He knows what he's doing, or at least the principle of it. But he's got an ulterior motive.
He might get a creature or two, just for the hell of it, but someone might notice him making off with a cube of his own for further study.
They won't miss just one, right?]
[C. ALL MY MACHINES ARE MADE FOR... DECORATION]
[It's been a process, figuring out how magic works and is integrated with technology here, and he's pretty sure it hasn't been helped by his encounter with zaShunina, but he's learning. Difficult, despite his genius mind. Too different from the technology he's so familiar with. But bit by bit, some of the things he's been shown start to make sense, start to fit together, stop being junk data and start being useful. It's like a puzzle, and he likes to work. Sure, he could take the easy way out, ask one of his sciencey acquaintences, use that weird mindshare thing, but he isn't. And now here he is, at a booth among the many, although his wares are a far cry from the eventual business that he can't believe he hasn't abandoned the concept of yet.
It's not even remotely what you'd expect to find at a farmer's market, but he's got a stall nonetheless, metal-and-plastic objects scattered around and over the surface. Tiny hovering egg-shaped things, sad proto-proto-badniks from a man who no longer has most of his resources. Oh, they might be exciting to other people... which is why he's here. Let the masses enjoy what he can't yet perfect.
He's not looking forward to actually selling anything, of course. Now that the Iris cycle's over, he's back to not even wanting to hold hands, and the fact that they won't let them use normal currency is, frankly, bullshit. He's not being much of a salesman either, sitting there with his chin in a hand, glaring at potential patrons, or focusing on working on more of the tiny things and ignoring the crowds.
But, hey, maybe the merchandise'll draw your eye anyway. Some of it is beeping.]
[D. S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G]
[He does take a break from his booth every now and then, when things get slow, because he's curious to see what other people have. Maybe he can find some materials, or at least something interesting to pass the time.
He's holding a limbed potato like it's the skull of Yorick, staring at it with his eyebrows furrowed.]
It's a novelty, I guess.
[E. WILDCARD]
[anything else catch your eye? anything else you're absolutely dreaming to do with robotnik for some reason? bring your own prompt, or hit me up via pm or![[plurk.com profile]](https://www.plurk.com/favicon.ico)
agentkaz or discord by request for closed starters or brainstorming. i am extremely open to him getting b-cubed if you wanna go that route, or b-cubing your characters. or whatever!!]
▶ WHAT: event shenanigans!
▶ WHEN: 5/25-31
▶ WHERE: Lunatia
▶ WARNINGS: nothing yet, nsfw themes could pop up
[A. DREAMS COLLECTION]
[This is why Dr. Robotnik doesn't like to go outside. This is why he prefers to stay in and get things done and not deal with this shit. But noooo, he had to go get some things. And what do you know, more ridiculous things happened. Biiiig shock.
Not that he's noticing it right now, as spaced-out as he is. He dreams of nicer things, of success, of the next project. Of his machines, efficient and functional and very much not here, but in his daydreams, there they are. He dreams of a certain agent bringing him his favorite coffee, of music and dancing and being alone.
And he can't do anything about it.
Aside from the dream bubble, he looks extremely out of it, an odd dazed-looking smile on his face.
Embarrassing.]
[B. DO UNTO OTHERS IS OUR GOLDEN RULE]
[These B-Cubes remind him of the Pokéball things Sycamore had shown off, and after considering how much that alleged hedgehog creature had kind of resembled the Pokémon... well, maybe these things'll prove useful whenever he gets home.
So sure, he signs up to try and catch some of the creatures around here, why not. He knows what he's doing, or at least the principle of it. But he's got an ulterior motive.
He might get a creature or two, just for the hell of it, but someone might notice him making off with a cube of his own for further study.
They won't miss just one, right?]
[C. ALL MY MACHINES ARE MADE FOR... DECORATION]
[It's been a process, figuring out how magic works and is integrated with technology here, and he's pretty sure it hasn't been helped by his encounter with zaShunina, but he's learning. Difficult, despite his genius mind. Too different from the technology he's so familiar with. But bit by bit, some of the things he's been shown start to make sense, start to fit together, stop being junk data and start being useful. It's like a puzzle, and he likes to work. Sure, he could take the easy way out, ask one of his sciencey acquaintences, use that weird mindshare thing, but he isn't. And now here he is, at a booth among the many, although his wares are a far cry from the eventual business that he can't believe he hasn't abandoned the concept of yet.
It's not even remotely what you'd expect to find at a farmer's market, but he's got a stall nonetheless, metal-and-plastic objects scattered around and over the surface. Tiny hovering egg-shaped things, sad proto-proto-badniks from a man who no longer has most of his resources. Oh, they might be exciting to other people... which is why he's here. Let the masses enjoy what he can't yet perfect.
He's not looking forward to actually selling anything, of course. Now that the Iris cycle's over, he's back to not even wanting to hold hands, and the fact that they won't let them use normal currency is, frankly, bullshit. He's not being much of a salesman either, sitting there with his chin in a hand, glaring at potential patrons, or focusing on working on more of the tiny things and ignoring the crowds.
But, hey, maybe the merchandise'll draw your eye anyway. Some of it is beeping.]
[D. S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G]
[He does take a break from his booth every now and then, when things get slow, because he's curious to see what other people have. Maybe he can find some materials, or at least something interesting to pass the time.
He's holding a limbed potato like it's the skull of Yorick, staring at it with his eyebrows furrowed.]
It's a novelty, I guess.
[E. WILDCARD]
[anything else catch your eye? anything else you're absolutely dreaming to do with robotnik for some reason? bring your own prompt, or hit me up via pm or
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He grins when Robotnik rebuffs him, watching him as he starts fiddling with the drones.] I didn't mean for you. I think I would enjoy you having to deal with machines that do not obey you.
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He pauses, though, eyebrows furrowing.]
Well. Good thing it's not your decision, huh?
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[Loki's nose scrunches up at the dismissive tone, his eyes flashing golden-green.] Isn't it? I'm the one with enough power to make it happen.
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He rolls his eyes, though, not even bothering to look up again, just giving a dismissive wave.] If you're trying to scare me, I don't particularly care, so maybe find someone else to vaguely threaten.
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He grins as he is dismissed, looking amused that his threat had no effect at all on Robotnik. He spreads his arms, gathering his power.] Don't you? Let's see.
[He can't actually make machines sentient, despite his earlier boasting, but he can create the illusion of a dozen new drones flying around them, chirping menacingly. They're not exact replicas of Robotnik's drones, but they're close enough to fool someone who wouldn't pay too much attention to them.]
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It's his work.]
Really? You magicked up a bunch of bootlegs and I'm supposed to be impressed? I mean I guess the magic part is mildly interesting, but that's about it. Forgive me if I withhold my applause.
your icon is perfect for this lmao
I forgive you. I shall have to try harder, then.
[With a lazy flick of his wrist, Loki sends the drones to attack - Robotnik's stall, but the one next to it, which has a couple of Prismals behind it, chattering happily with a small group of customers. The illusions are powered by Loki's magic and send shards of ice flying around, buzzing menacingly as they plunge towards the customers. Most of the damage is done by the people though, not the drones, as they break things and fall over in panic, trying to avoid the sharply flying drones.
Then Loki vanishes them as quickly as he summoned them, putting his hands in his back and looking appropriately innocent. The point of this will become clear quickly, as unhappy Prismals start noticing Robotnik's own drones, pointing accusing fingers in his direction angrily.]
Oh, no. [Loki says, terribly unconvincingly. Robotnik might be able to tell the difference between Loki's illusions and his own drones, but the Prismals obviously can't.]
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Gee, isn't that familiar. And there's animal people involved to boot!!!
So here he is, trying to pacify them, unsuccessfully.]
Oh come on, do you imbeciles have no sense of style? Those things didn't look anything like these!
[Maybe because he's really bad at pacifying anyone.]
They're machines, you think I'm going to bother making some kind of glorified icemaker when I can use actual projectiles?
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He steps back when the locals approach to tell Robotnik off, angrily gesturing at his drones. He'll be content to watch for a while, his hands in his back, looking completely detached from the problem.
It becomes immediately clear that diplomacy is not Robotnik's forte (Loki would never have guessed) and he has to bite down a grin at the way he manages to infuriate the Prismals even further by insulting them.
When he speaks up, he's examining his nails, entirely non-committal.]
Why not? Ice is a powerful weapon.
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You know what? You don't deserve my machines if you can't tell them apart from two-bit copies!
[He makes a gesture and all of his drones fly towards him, swarming around near him.]
Play with this clown for a while! [he shouts, and he vacates the premises.
That went well!]
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It went very well indeed, Loki was most amused. He knows he's opened himself to retaliation now, and looks forward to it.]