「 See ya! 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd with that, he just... walks off.
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( He doesn't believe him. )
I... guess I'll see you around, then.
「 Yep! For now, I've, uh, got other pacts to attend to. The Avatar of Greed is a busy, busy guy, y'know! 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe is such a bad liar.
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「 See ya! 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd with that, he just... walks off.
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「 Yep! For now, I've, uh, got other pacts to attend to. The Avatar of Greed is a busy, busy guy, y'know! 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe is such a bad liar.
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( Not like he has much of a choice now. There’s no use arguing. )
So when I’ve got the goods, I just… call for you, and you’ll show up?
「 Not for free. The pact is an exchange in itself! Just get me somethin' good and the info is yours. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe does /not/ want to admit he doesn't know where Rockman-Shadow is, especially not in this time!
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「 Yep! For now, I've, uh, got other pacts to attend to. The Avatar of Greed is a busy, busy guy, y'know! 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe is such a bad liar.
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「 Not for free. The pact is an exchange in itself! Just get me somethin' good and the info is yours. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe does /not/ want to admit he doesn't know where Rockman-Shadow is, especially not in this time!
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( He nods. He hopes he didn't just give away his 'soul' or whatever for nothing... )
So, er, y-you're still showing me where my master is, right?
「 You can call on me whenever, now. Don't think ya've got any magic to truly /command/ me, though. 」
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「 Not for free. The pact is an exchange in itself! Just get me somethin' good and the info is yours. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe does /not/ want to admit he doesn't know where Rockman-Shadow is, especially not in this time!
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「 You can call on me whenever, now. Don't think ya've got any magic to truly /command/ me, though. 」
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T-That /is/ pretty neat, yeah… so what happens now?
( He shakily smiles a little, trying to make light of the bizarre situation. )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt's not a /death grip,/ but it's still a tight one. An odd warmth creeps up his arm, but it doesn't hurt.
「 NICE, it worked! Hah, first demon to pact with a robot, I'd say! 」
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「 You can call on me whenever, now. Don't think ya've got any magic to truly /command/ me, though. 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt's not a /death grip,/ but it's still a tight one. An odd warmth creeps up his arm, but it doesn't hurt.
「 NICE, it worked! Hah, first demon to pact with a robot, I'd say! 」
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… A-As long as you don’t death grip my hand again, alright?
( He mutters, finally grabbing on. )
「 Huh... it would probably be the first time anyone's done it... 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe holds a hand out.
「 Wanna see for sure? 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt's not a /death grip,/ but it's still a tight one. An odd warmth creeps up his arm, but it doesn't hurt.
「 NICE, it worked! Hah, first demon to pact with a robot, I'd say! 」
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「 Huh... it would probably be the first time anyone's done it... 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe holds a hand out.
「 Wanna see for sure? 」
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Well, I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it before. But yeah, I’d say we do. We’re /sentient,/ after all.
「 ..actually... ya know if robots have souls or not? 」
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「 Huh... it would probably be the first time anyone's done it... 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe holds a hand out.
「 Wanna see for sure? 」
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「 ..actually... ya know if robots have souls or not? 」
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( Shouldn’t be too hard to do, he thinks… something is still unnerving him about this, but if it’s the only way to get some normalcy back, he’ll do it. )
「 Anythin' worth anythin'. Gold, jewels, money, jewelry... and I mean, I don't need it now. Ya can fetch it and /then/ I'll tell ya. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAlso gives him time to do his research...
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「 ..actually... ya know if robots have souls or not? 」
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「 Anythin' worth anythin'. Gold, jewels, money, jewelry... and I mean, I don't need it now. Ya can fetch it and /then/ I'll tell ya. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAlso gives him time to do his research...
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N-Not much… I’ve never had much of anything for myself, everything was… his.
W-What would you /want?/
「 I might. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe lets go of Compass' wrist. He's got him hooked with something else.
「 Got anythin' in return? 」
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「 Anythin' worth anythin'. Gold, jewels, money, jewelry... and I mean, I don't need it now. Ya can fetch it and /then/ I'll tell ya. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAlso gives him time to do his research...
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「 I might. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe lets go of Compass' wrist. He's got him hooked with something else.
「 Got anythin' in return? 」
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( He looks back up, looking shocked again. )
D-Do you know where he is?
「 ..I think ya should be in the time where he's just been made. If that means anything to ya. 」
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「 I might. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe lets go of Compass' wrist. He's got him hooked with something else.
「 Got anythin' in return? 」
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「 ..I think ya should be in the time where he's just been made. If that means anything to ya. 」
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( Compass wants him back more than anything… but he’s starting to think for himself. He’s starting to see things for what they really are. If his master came back, wouldn’t it all just… repeat? )
It’s just been so hard without him guiding me. I don’t know what my purpose is.
「 Of course ya do. He did a lot for ya. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis grip loosens. It doesn't hurt anymore.
「 Ya'd do anythin' to get him back. 」
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「 ..I think ya should be in the time where he's just been made. If that means anything to ya. 」
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「 Of course ya do. He did a lot for ya. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis grip loosens. It doesn't hurt anymore.
「 Ya'd do anythin' to get him back. 」
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Why wouldn't I? I... I /loved/ him.
「 I'm the Avatar of Greed. Whenever someone wants /more/ than they've got, I know. And ya /really/ want him back. 」
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「 Of course ya do. He did a lot for ya. 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis grip loosens. It doesn't hurt anymore.
「 Ya'd do anythin' to get him back. 」
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「 I'm the Avatar of Greed. Whenever someone wants /more/ than they've got, I know. And ya /really/ want him back. 」
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「 Yeah. /You./ 」
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「 I'm the Avatar of Greed. Whenever someone wants /more/ than they've got, I know. And ya /really/ want him back. 」
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「 Yeah. /You./ 」
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( His ‘breath’ picks up, fans running faster. )
Y-You learned his name from someone who knew him. Didn’t you…?
( He hopes he’s right. )
「 Because he doesn't /what,/ Compass Man? 」
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「 Yeah. /You./ 」
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「 Because he doesn't /what,/ Compass Man? 」
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What—? Y-You /can’t/ know about him! He doesn’t even…
( Either this guy’s from the future, too, or… he’s telling the truth about what he is. )
「 Please. Rockman-Shadow ain't here, is he? 」
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「 Because he doesn't /what,/ Compass Man? 」
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「 Please. Rockman-Shadow ain't here, is he? 」
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/Never./ T-That’s what I was promised.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis grip tightens. It /hurts./
「 Never? 」
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「 Please. Rockman-Shadow ain't here, is he? 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis grip tightens. It /hurts./
「 Never? 」
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( He raises his voice. It was so much easier when he had others with him. )
「 Is there? Jeez, ya mortals have been using your talents for the /dumbest/ shit. How's curing cancer going? Nope, too busy makin' useless robots worth more as scrap. 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis grip tightens. It /hurts./
「 Never? 」
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「 Is there? Jeez, ya mortals have been using your talents for the /dumbest/ shit. How's curing cancer going? Nope, too busy makin' useless robots worth more as scrap. 」
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( God, that /hurts.../ He has no one to replace his parts, so he gives up trying to pull away. He narrows his eyes, trying not to show any fear. )
「 How'd I change clothes so fast, then? 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt hurts his shoulder to pull like that. Any harder and he'll surely...
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「 Is there? Jeez, ya mortals have been using your talents for the /dumbest/ shit. How's curing cancer going? Nope, too busy makin' useless robots worth more as scrap. 」
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「 How'd I change clothes so fast, then? 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt hurts his shoulder to pull like that. Any harder and he'll surely...
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J-Just some organic in a costume, that's all!
( It's not a very good answer. He knows that. )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe isn't as lucky this time— his hand can actually wrap around the wrist, after all.
「 Then what am I? 」
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「 How'd I change clothes so fast, then? 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt hurts his shoulder to pull like that. Any harder and he'll surely...
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe isn't as lucky this time— his hand can actually wrap around the wrist, after all.
「 Then what am I? 」
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( He pulls back again, trying to float backwards this time. This guy's just strange, and it's unnerving him. He'd usually call for backup in a situation like this... )
Y-You think I'm dumb enough to believe demons exist?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis spike slips out of Mammon's hand, but his wrist is quickly grabbed in its place.
「 Ya think demons care about that? 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe isn't as lucky this time— his hand can actually wrap around the wrist, after all.
「 Then what am I? 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis spike slips out of Mammon's hand, but his wrist is quickly grabbed in its place.
「 Ya think demons care about that? 」
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What do you mean 'bid'? I'm not a damn /object./
( He attempts to yank the needle out of the other's grip, suddenly finding the whole thing uncomfortable. )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe grabs the needle, grinning wildly. Oh, that's too many sharp teeth for a human.
「 Oh, they're not trying to. For unrelated purposes, how old are ya? Wanna get a gauge on how much someone would bid for ya. 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis spike slips out of Mammon's hand, but his wrist is quickly grabbed in its place.
「 Ya think demons care about that? 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe grabs the needle, grinning wildly. Oh, that's too many sharp teeth for a human.
「 Oh, they're not trying to. For unrelated purposes, how old are ya? Wanna get a gauge on how much someone would bid for ya. 」
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Who says I don't? Your party tricks don't scare me.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMammon just rolls his eyes, suddenly sprouting horns and wings—?!
「 Ya /don't/ get the right to say that! 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe grabs the needle, grinning wildly. Oh, that's too many sharp teeth for a human.
「 Oh, they're not trying to. For unrelated purposes, how old are ya? Wanna get a gauge on how much someone would bid for ya. 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMammon just rolls his eyes, suddenly sprouting horns and wings—?!
「 Ya /don't/ get the right to say that! 」
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( He gets a bit closer, trying to loom over him. )
Then I'll call /you/ what /I/ want; and you're more annoying than "great".
「 Hey, you're talkin' to the great Mammon. I'll call it what I want, and yeah, a spinnin' ring ain't a /normal/ weapon! 」
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMammon just rolls his eyes, suddenly sprouting horns and wings—?!
「 Ya /don't/ get the right to say that! 」
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「 Hey, you're talkin' to the great Mammon. I'll call it what I want, and yeah, a spinnin' ring ain't a /normal/ weapon! 」
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( It's less of an actual laugh and more of a huff. )
It's not /weird,/ it's /cool./
「 Wait, that's supposed to be a weapon? I guess, yeah, it would work... still, super weird design. 」
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「 Hey, you're talkin' to the great Mammon. I'll call it what I want, and yeah, a spinnin' ring ain't a /normal/ weapon! 」
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「 Wait, that's supposed to be a weapon? I guess, yeah, it would work... still, super weird design. 」
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Sharp as a /knife./ And so is my ring.
「 Cocky, aren't ya. Let me guess, that /hand/ is sharp? 」
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「 Wait, that's supposed to be a weapon? I guess, yeah, it would work... still, super weird design. 」
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