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    A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Metal Man on Tue Nov 06, 2018 11:20 pm

    Time: 7:14PM
    Date: November 6, 0009

    Three. Three nights in the Sanctuary. He had hesitated about going to the Inn; what if it was crowded. What if people didn't like having a four hundred and fifty pound neighbor covered in sawblades and a bad reputation? What if he got too attached to things and...no. No. He had to stop thinking negatively. It wouldn't do him to ruminate on thoughts like that. Ruminating had left him a mess when he had scrapped with Shen.

    No more hesitation. He opened the door delicately, glancing around. The lobby itself was pretty quaint and adorable, and almost, dare he say it? Nice. Yeah. Nice had a good ring to it. His Ceramic Titanium boots clomped across the floor slowly to the reception desk. He figured he shouldn't prop his arms there; that looked really hard to replace and, well, his wrists had sawblades. His shoulders had sawblades. His helmet even had a sawblade! He took in the homey scent of the place, trying to relax himself.

    "Um, pardon me...I was told...by some friendly locals that this was a good place to find safe housing?" He seemed to rock on his titanium heels, to his titanium toe-tips. It was a little bit of a nervous habit, but at the same time, a way to keep him from winding down too easily. The evening was still young, and so was he--well, compared to some beings and even some robots. Mostly paddy-hat-wearing ones with a very charming laugh.

    Optics drifted toward the bookshelf nearby. A colorful and cheerful array of books seemed to greet his sights. The temptation to snag one and read it right there was nagging at his processor, but not like his combat programming had during that scrap with Shen. He let his optics zoom in. Mostly a lot of quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore. Pamphlets on Portal City--he'd need one of those--and guide books.

    Oh, but he should wait. The staff might just be doing paperwork!
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Sat Nov 10, 2018 12:34 am

    Paperwork? Are you kidding? It was close to dinnertime!

    Autumn meant the days were getting cooolder, and colder weather meant warm, belly-filling food! All manners of delectable aromas wafted from out of the Stock Pot's kitchen (all manners of which will require only the most rigorous of food-tasting), and that is exactly where the young Link was, his eyes as large as saucers and his appetite even larger. "Aah!" He rocked back and forth on his feet excitedly, fingers twitching for tonight's meal: a hearty bowl of homemade creamy soup! Was it meat, was it seafood, was it heart...? So long as there weren't any avocados... Link truthfully didn't know about the rest of the ingredients, but that wouldn't matter if the broth tasted great. The child was practically licking his lips with anticipation before a familiar voice called out from the reception area.

    "Link, we have a guest! You better get over here before stuffing your face!"

    NOOOOOOOO!

    He scrunched his face and rested a hand on his gurgling tummy. Sigh... Well, it's not like the kitchen would miraculously be out of soup by the time he was finished handling whoever it was at the desk, right? "..." On second thought, he better make this quick.

    Metal Man didn't have to wait long before a child emerged around the corner, the poor fellow looking a pinch glum. He seemed to regard the Wily Bot lukewarmly, managing a small wave and that's all. Hum... Red armor, funny boots, and very shiny, pokey weapons. Link narrowed his eyes but said nothing as he shuffled around the receptionist desk and hopped onto his seat. All right, time for business and then food. The child tilted his head to the side quizzically and pointed to a stack of forms beside him. "Ha?" Translation: 'did you want a room, or...?'
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Metal Man on Sat Nov 10, 2018 2:42 am

    It took Metal Man a few moments to realize that the innkeeper on duty at the moment was the small green-suited Hylian before him, a quizzical tilt of his left earpiece following. Oh! A stack of papers? Room forms? His processor flitted between three different options. "Oh! I...should fill one of those out to get a room here, huh?" He clamped his had against the top of his helm calmly.

    Metal Man twitched one of his ears with a slight frown. That was going to be the hard part. Filling it out without a pen in grasp, that was. It wasn't as though he was going to crack someone open to fill things out with blood. That wasn't his style. The crimson sawblader was actually even a bit confused and awkward looking. At least, that was what the ear seemed to hint.

    His digits had a more mild tap before he seemed to try to search the desk for a pen. Unless Link was to fill it out. Awkward...
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Sat Nov 10, 2018 4:01 am

    "Ha...?" Whaaaat was the robot doing? The child rubbed the back of his head and watched his guest like a kargaroc, frowning. This was kinda weird... Most people usually nodded and then asked for a room, not awkwardly stare while touching things on his desk. That was rude! "Ah, ah!" Link waved his hands to earn the robot's attention and shook his head, once again pointing to the forms. If the Wily Bot wanted a room for himself, all he had to do was politely ask for a -  

    "Hey! Get your metal mitts off the desk! If you want a pen, ask for it!" Link flinched with a start as Ciela flitted around Metal Man's head, her little wings furious. Sigh... so much for a quick interaction. Hope that soup hadn't mysteriously grown legs and scampered off. While Link silently yearned for dinner and fought off a sour look, the fairy bobbed and weaved around the robot's emotive... ear-thingies? Wait, did robots have ears...? Hum... Anyway, Ciela was just shy of shoving her tiny body in Metal Man's face before taking her place beside Link, hovering inches above the child's head. "Hmph, I've seen better manners from a Yook!" she chimed. Feisty, but... Link simply glanced between the disapproving fairy and their new, er, tenant. "..."  He knew better than to voice dissent, because it's not like Ceila was in the wrong. The matter was hopefully settled (that soup was probably ice-cold by now, ugh!), so the child shrugged and fished out a pen from one of the desk drawers.

    Click, click!

    All right, now Metal Man could have his writing instrument. Link offered it to the robot with little fuss - Ciela was thankfully quiet - and soon it was time to see what floor their latest guest preferred. He held up a hand and pointed at his fingers one-by-one: first, second, third, or fourth floor?

    "...Why don't you use that digi-glass? It'd be a lot easier for this guy to understand if you did!"

    Orrrr he could just use his digi-glass, sure.

    Link wisely kept all grumpy thoughts (and sounds) to himself as he rummaged around for his writing tablet and used a finger to quickly write a sentence. He flipped it over once he was finished, big eyes peering from behind the screen, Would you like a room on the first, second, third, or fourth floor?
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Metal Man on Sat Nov 10, 2018 9:41 am

    "Ookini sunmahen!" He had a flustered look. He hadn't really understood what Link was trying to say, his processor not parsing it the right way apparently. His ears whipped down and his optics darted down low. "I didn't understand. I'm very sorry. And sorry if I was...a little unintelligible there myself." He seemed to be intensely trying to make up for things in that familiarly Japanese nature. Ugh, he truly felt like the idiot from Osaka, which wasn't too far from the truth, as Skull Fortress had been off the coast from Osaka. Ugh, so much for a good impression. So much for one indeed.

    When the fairy told the little innkeeper use a digi-glass after he held up the fingers. That had been a little easier to translate. If the fourth floor was the highest floor, it stood to reason that since he felt safer in higher places, he should answer properly. "Fourth floor, please." He then paused. "Um...I don't know if this sounds stupid but do you have anything for noise reduction? I might need it applied to my room." After all, his room in Skull Fortress had been soundproofed just so everyone else in the fortress could actually get some sleep. But it seemed only fair to let the owners know that he was a bit noisy ahead of time so others could get their much-needed rest. "Don't worry, I don't have loud parties at night or anything like that. Just...My sleep cycles are noisy." That was a polite and delicate way of saying that his snoring was so loud that he could wake the dead. At least he knew what he was doing in this case, by taking steps to prevent the other residents from losing sleep from his sleep.
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Sun Nov 11, 2018 10:40 am

    "Ookini sunmahen!"

    "...?" That was - hum! - a little strange, but Link understood an apology much better than a foreign Earth language. He twitched his pointed ears and nodded, accepting the Wily Bot's concession. Now then, the arrangements: a room on the fourth floor with soundproofing. That was surely doable! Metal Man should probably be lodged far away from the others, too...

    Fortunately, there was plenty of room on the Stock Pot's highest floor - there was even a games room, should that tickle the robot's fancy! And a laundry room as well, but something told the young Link that Metal Man wouldn't be seeing it much. In any event, he reached for the topmost form on the stack beside his tunic sleeve and filled it out carefully, dotting all of his I's and crossing all of his T's. Ciela would be irate if he didn't, and who needed more scolding before dinnertime? Nobody, that's who! Link finished up with the document and carefully turned it over for Metal Man to add his signature, flipping to the appropriate page. "Aah!" And, just to be sure, he also tapped where ink was required, directing the Wily Bot's optics to the fields in question.

    "Please write your name in print!"

    Room: 432                                             
    Date: November 6th, 0009                           
    Name: ___________________________
    Signed: __________________________

    Shouldn't be too hard, now that Metal Man has a pen!
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Metal Man on Sun Nov 11, 2018 11:41 am

    Ah, good. Yes, far from others so he didn't wake anyone with his snoring, nor with the clomp-clomp of Ceramic Titanium twinkletoes on the floor. He was at least thoughtful and kind at times to care how some things impacted others just from life in a fortress with forty or so bots.

    Phew. In print? Good. He was rusty in his cursive and he wasn't exactly known for tidy strokes in Japanese either. He would carefully write, the pen interestingly in his left hand as he did, somehow not smudging the ink while he filled in his own name. He then signed with a more fancy flair of cursive, having an intensely tidy flowing script to his signature. Yeah, someone wasn't as rusty with his cursive as he thought.

    "Thank you." He would hand the pen back over politely. "I hope my signature is satisfactory too." Well, it was at least readable, as he'd actually done it in the queen's gosh damned English.
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Mon Nov 12, 2018 4:18 pm

    "Eh..." Ciela flitted above the completed paperwork and spotted nothing amiss. How... disappointing. "That'll do," she chimed. The corners of Link's lips curled up into the smallest of smiles. He accepted back the pen and exchanged it for a card key, the only way Metal Man would be able to access his room and all the Stock Pot Inn had to offer. It was very, very important. "Don't lose your key!" the fairy warned. "We close up at 11pm on the dot, and this key prevents you from getting locked out while he's fast asleep." No argument there! Link eagerly nodded as he wiped his digi-glass clean. When it came to counting pigs, this little kid was a legend. So, again, don't lose that key! Sleeping on a park bench wasn't a glamorous way to spend the night...

    His digi-glass now blank, Link wrote another quick message with his finger and flipped the tablet over, Do you need assistance with anything else, or have any questions? If you're hungry, dinner is being served.

    The dinner he was missing.

    Grrrgglglglglglg...
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Metal Man on Mon Nov 12, 2018 4:30 pm

    Such a shame he had no "i's" in his name. He liked to dot his i's with little sawblades. He had a relieved vent from his nasal vents, his optics closing in relief. Finally, he wasn't making a complete nimrod of himself like the idiot from off the coast of Osaka that he was occasionally known to be. "I'll be sure to take good care of it." Rather than put it in his more disorganized storage, he opened a panel at the waist of his armor and tucked it into a wallet-like space. That way it wasn't going to get buried under Robot Master pieces and little inactive robots. Though even if he did get locked out, he wasn't above snoozing on the roof. It wasn't glamorous. But it was a high place.

    "Dinner sounds great right now. You're probably hungry yourself, huh? How's about...leading the way? To dinner!" He had a cheerful tone at the moment, his optics glinting brightly. Hey, even though he could have chugged an E-tank, he did derive simple pleasures from food. And who knew. Maybe, just maybe he would get away with chocolate cereal for dinner. If not. Oh well, there was bound to be something...
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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Thu Nov 15, 2018 2:59 pm

    "Dinner sounds great right now. You're probably hungry yourself, huh? How's about...leading the way? To dinner!"

    ...Huh! That was kinda interesting.

    Link tilted his head to the side as he read the document's particulars, child-like eyes ever so curious. Metal Man, Metal Man... Yes, he remembered a Metal Man (and the controversy surrounding him), but this incarnation seemed... new. Would it be fair, then, to pass judgement on the robot as he would the previous version? The answer wasn't so cut-and-dry, but Ciela was fortunately decisive where Link was not. The fairy chimed above their heads and flitted directly into the Wily Bot's face.

    "We'll escort you to the dining area," she corrected, tone adamant. There had been things - lots of things - and the fairies had not forgotten. Never had they forgotten. There will be no repeat of the past on their vigilant watch. Ciela suddenly cried, "Link, let's go! If I have to listen to your stomach gurgle one more time, I'll hear it for the rest of my days." Oof, talk about harsh! A bright crimson spread across the child's face and he sheepishly grinned, rubbing his vocal belly. "H-Ha...!" The fairy then turned to Metal Man, her tiny wings fluttering. "And you too, I suppose..." Ciela seemed to grumble. She didn't - and wouldn't - elaborate any further. "The dining area's just around the corner, past the stairs and to our left, right across the hall. We'll guide you there and then go our separate ways, so no funny business, got it?" The bossy fairy didn't wait for an answer, nor did Link think it his place to speak up. He simply shuffled the completed form and stowed it away within a drawer before hopping off his seat, shuffling past the robot with Ciela hovering right behind him.

    They paused upon approaching the corner and looked at Metal Man, waiting in front of the stairs. Well, Wily Bot? Where you coming or not? There was dinner to be had, and it was going to be good! Cold soup didn't sound like a nice way to end a chilly autumn evening...



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    Re: A Place to Hang your Sawblades

    Post by Metal Man on Thu Nov 15, 2018 4:06 pm

    His own optics seemed to dart between a nervous youthfulness--almost as though he were a kid himself--and an even more nervous tentative maturity, the awkwardness that came with being the robotic equivalent of a lost and particularly sheltered teen-equivalent robot. His father really hadn't taught him too well, and he was now having to navigate things himself.

    "Fair enough." He nodded, tone quiet. He seemed almost pigeon-toed for a moment, a little meek; a lot of things had gone on, it seemed and the trail of destruction his other self left knew no bounds. He then gave a flustered flush at hearing Ciela harping at Link. It seemed that the bossy fairy had her strong opinions on a lot of things, and he wasn't dare going to cross fairies. After all, Knight Man--not even one of his brothers, but a British-built bot--had once said not to cross the fae folk. "No funny business. Just a meal and then I go to my room. It's been a nastily-exhausting day."

    A nastily exhausting day and he'd probably get no further than the couch of his room before he finally conked out. After, of course, something chocolatey for dinner. Or maybe something spicy.




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