Anonymous asked:
A thot is... well it's... hmm. You know what? Just google it, I'm not explaining this.
“Coward.”
Blog update
(( Hey there, OOC again. Probably gonna be the last time for a bit since I really, really hate breaking character. Had a talk with a friend and realized that deleting the blog - as justified as I feel my reasoning is - isn’t the best course of action.
I know, very dramatic. I still plan to re-work Doc in some ways but for the most part it’s likely I’m not going to be disappearing entirely. Sorry for any unjust concern I caused in that.))
Gritting teeth, seething. It took some effort not to scream.
“ –Thank you for confirming that you’ve been doing NOTHING for even longer than my being here. Your methods… What exactly are they, anyways? Playing cat and mouse until old age settles in? At this rate, it won’t be long.“
For a moment he stopped scanning the displays. Again there came that impatient drumming. “Playing the age card, eh?” He turned his head in half acknowledgement of the echidna, though not far enough to actually see let alone truly meet his short-tempered partner. “I may not be the youngest around but at least I’m young in spirit, unlike some people. Hell, if you’d told me your age I’d have hardly believed you.”
“As for my methods.” This time he did turn, arms crossed across his chest. “You’d know nothing of it. I keep him alive for my own reasons. Not that I’d need to explain myself as you seem so intent on me doing, scolding me as though I were a mere child. I’m not one to set my ambitions so low.”
With that he’d returned to his screens, staring but no longer processing the constant flow of information that ran in a steady flow across one display and into the next. “What’s the rush anyway? I’ve got all the time in the world. Or at least I will.”
Ah. There it was. His partner’s logic at play.
“ I DISAGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY, IVO. ”
There had been a dismissive wave of his hand, not even bothering to face the now-enraged creature behind him.
“I’d been doing this long before you arrived and it will continue for however long it takes. My methods will remain whether or not you agree - As it was I don’t remember asking for your opinion anyway. I thought I made my point clear enough the first time you attempted to harm him. This will be done on my terms.”
Any sly facade Sonic was cultivating suddenly hit ground zero. Oh — Eggman was serious. He was seriously asking about this. Sonic opens his mouth to speak, then closes it not even a second after. His expression has the same energy as a dial-up tone.
“…So! Let’s not and say I did, then just go back t’ you insulting me! Yeah? That’s way easier for the both of us, trust me.”
All at once it had felt like he’d won, leaning forward with a wide pearly grin. “So you mean to say you won’t tell me?” He didn’t know why he’d felt so satisfied with this, nor would he, but something about Sonic’s sudden silence felt too good to pass up.
“Why is that, I wonder? What could you have to hide by not telling me?”
He matches Ivo’s sickly sweet smile with a more strained one. The urge to YELL was rising. But no, he’d not give them the satisfaction.
“ ………..mh, That’s funny. If I didn’t know any better, and I do against all odds, I’d say you almost held a fawning adoration for that— rodent. 300 IQ and only now I am seeing your humorous side. ”
“...And since when had you ever known anything about being humorous? That’s very unbecoming of you doctor. As for my so-called “Adoration,” it’s quite simple. I plan to defeat him - To do so on my own terms, to win the truest sort of victory over him possible. Besides,” The chair swiveled away from Finitevus, turning back to his desk so that the doctor may thoughtlessly peer at the arrangement of displays in some limited efforts to seem indifferent to the conversation. “There’s nothing for me to ‘fawn’ over.”
“You come back and immediately insult me? That’s funny.” Not that he was expecting anything less from Ivo. “’Sides, that person ain’t talkin’ about thinking, dude. Why don’t you ask y’er creepy gardener what it means?”
“You think I mean to ask him? The absolute last person to be in the loop on anything?” Not that he’d normally care about lingo or what any of it had ever meant himself - But now he felt challenged, and that’s something that simply could not stand to go unresolved. “If you’re so clever then why don’t you tell me then? Surely someone so ‘in’ as yourself would know what this mundane nonsense pertains to.”
Continues to give said look. “ Try something new.For once. If only a certain SOMEONE wasn’t there to get in your way of your PLANS. “
“No.” He’d said simply as he reclined back into his chair, meeting the echidna’s glare with an almost obnoxiously pleasant smile. “You know the rules. Killing him would be too easy. I need to play the game with no deviations. I’ve a few ideas on the back burner that will certainly make that blue menace rue the day he’d crossed me; but until then, no. Nobody is to harm a hair on his prickly blue head.”
Anonymous asked:
I heard rumors of a floating island that holds time stones that are different from the ones on Little Planet. Seems like something worth investigating.
“If I’ll be focusing on any ‘all-powerful mystical gemstones’ I can assure you it will not be those, at least not now. My sights are set elsewhere.”
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SNRRRRKKK
“What? Is there suddenly something wrong with having thoughts, or is the lack of it the latest trend? If so I bet you must be absolutely thriving.”
Anonymous asked:
Glad to see you're back did you have a nice holiday season
“Oh, it was horrid. I’d spent most of it staring at a blueprint. In a lab. Alone. Really, it was the sheer unadulterated boredom that compelled me to even humor the idea of taking a break to begin with.”
Anonymous asked:
begone THOT
“What did you just call me? A ‘thought’? Is this supposed to be an insult?”
Anonymous asked:
*looks over what Robotnik has done his whole life* Fat jerk. Leave those animals alone already...
“Don’t insult my intelligence by subjecting me to the lack of yours. As for my batteries - you can count on that not happening, my deluded grey friend. They make for hilariously effective power supplies given their natural chaos energy - find me an alternative as bountiful, I dare you.”
“It’s been so dreadfully boring lately. Never before would I have thought I’d find myself in such a rut.”
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ladyzeti:
A bemused brow raised, the popping of pink bubblegum to punctuate the silence. That wasn’t the reaction she expected– this was a good thing. She was right to peg the Doc as oodles of fun! Honestly, anything at this point beats being cooped up in this metal cage any longer– zeti just weren’t made to settle! “Ohhh wow. Look at it. You’ve gone & throttled the poor thing. That was – what – a couple hours down the drain? You’re sooo silly.”
Zeena stood from her perch, stretching lazily, & jumped down next to the frazzled doctor. Just like that they face-to-face, standing on his desk. She takes the moment to examine Ivo more carefully now that they were up close, hands planted firmly on her hips. Humans sure were different than zeti. You’d think with how soft and non-threatening they were, they wouldn’t last long in battle, but their time on Lost Hex had proved all of them wrong.
“I’m bored of this place! It’s so dull & all those dumb eggpawns stare too much. Y’know, they stare an awful lot for a bunch of bots that can’t fight back.” Zavok once mused they were only good as punching bags. Even then, they broke so easily… “I want to go somewhere fun! Like, like…” She thinks about this for a moment before her eyes light up, hands clasp together. “Shopping! I’ve never been to a shopping mall before. With clothes! I wanna see what’s so fun about all this,” gingerly, she reaches to Ivo’s jacket collar & gives it a cheeky tug, face-to-face in the most literal of senses now. “Maybe you could even let me wear this sometime ✧ ?”
Good Gods, what was happening here?
The doctor stammered, briefly trying to avert eye contact from a deep-seated fear that evaded his knowledge or awareness, doing so more out of impulse than any real sense of fear - Or at least to any that he was aware. “Oh,” He said quietly, his gaze finally fixing itself on the butchered remains of the robotic limb before him. “Yes, I do suppose it does get a bit...” There was a pregnant pause as he desperately attempted to avoid putting any inflection on his voice. “Boring. Yes. At times.” Get it together Ivo, why fall apart like a schoolchild here? You’re her boss! He inhaled; trying to ignore the smell of perfume and the other overwhelming distractions that plagued him... then a nailed hand grabbed his collar and forced him to make that eye contact anyway.
“.........”
He audibly cleared his throat though he seemed no less tense. “Yes, of course. Shopping - As it happens I own a few establishments that might be of interest, I could take you there.” Smooth. The jacket question was left without answer, for if he tried to form a response or to let alone think about the implications would certainly be enough to throw him violently over the edge in this already wildly embarrassing show he was putting on. “The Egg-Mobile is over there, in the docking pod. I’ll simply need to prepare the sidecar and we can be going.”
Anonymous asked:
This may sound odd, but have you ever considered hiring a child to review your plans? They tend to look at things from... different angles.
“What are you insinuating?”