Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20190316073911/@comment-26892768-20190317013607

Mariah nods in agreement, trying to figure out where SHA will move next.

Surprise, surprise, he's going for the hand holding Emperor again, with the bullets bouncing off it once more.

Yuri, in the meantime, is musing over the tank's actions. Earlier, it went for her head, but despite the fact that "Emperor" - as the man dubbed that gun - didn't seem to be doing much, if any damage to it, it kept going for that rather than sticking with the initial tactic. Why is that...?

"I should tell you about my romantic escapades sometime - my beloved may not have ever tried to kill me, but you'd be surprised how many peope wanted me dead due to my romantic pursuits." The violin man chimes in with a grin.

Meanwhile...

Something lets out a robotic groan as a blue eye slowly opens. "Well, rise and shine, I suppose...honestly, I'm not even sure why I bother opening my eyes anymore; it's practically the same view as it is with my eyes open, tick to-"

And then the eye snaps open as it takes in new sensory information. "Wait just a moment..."

It looks down, the head it belongs to slowly craning up as he feels a body connected to him move up alongside him - something he hasn't felt in a very long time.

With arms - arms, actual arms - he quickly feels the body up and down, as if to confirm that it's real, and that he is in fact connected to it. And after a moment, the "man," for lack of a better term, stands up with a triumphant laugh.

Standing there is a robot designed like some kind of noble, looking rather fancy with it's dark blue and white color scheme, built-in suit, top hat, and zooming monocle. His head, however, is a bit of an oddity, because all it is is just...a jar. Containing a brain and one singular eye, floating in an unknown pink fluid.

Enter Scrapperton.

"I've done it! I've somehow managed to get out of the vast void of the cosmos, and to top it all off, I have my old body back! ''Tick tock!" ''Scrapperton's "mouth" curls up into what is most likely a smile, before settling back into a neutral position. "Wait, no, that's not quite right...old body would imply my human body, yeeeeees, tick tock, and I'd never want to go back to that...perhaps the more appropriate term for this body would be destroyed? Incinerated? Well, I suppose the terminology doesn't really matter, because it's certainly none of those things now! Tick tock!"

Scrapperton puts a hand to his nonexistant chin. "Well, either that, or I've completely gone mad from isolation. I suppose it doesn't really make a difference! Tick tock!"

And then he starts look around. "Now, let's see here...hmmm...lots of water - must be a leak somewhere in here - walls are made of stone - a primitive material, but I respect the aesthetic - and...hello..."

Scrapperton is now eyeing what, to him, looks like a piece of heaven: junk. Lots and lots of junk. Positively everywhere.

"...oh, I think you and I are going to be quite busy for a while, ''tick tock, tick tock..." ''Scrapperton remarks as he walks towards the junk.