With Mecha Sonic, Robo Knuckles, and Tails Doll defeated, you've successfully kept Chicago safe, and dealt a blow to Eggman's forces. Still, there's a lot that's left unexplained. Who was that mysterious voice? Why did these robots look so different from the ones you've seen before now? Why didn't Sonic and friends recognize them? There's no answers to your questions today, unfortunately.
You'll be escorted home by the trio after everyone's picked themselves up, healed off the damage, and had a moment to recover. Feel free to play out the immediate aftermath and/or the return to the base in this post!
[Looking to the mug, then Basilio, and back again as if weighing how tired he actually was versus how much he wanted to finish the current prosthetic redesign in front of him.]
...Fair compromise. I fear I've accidentally taught you my weakness.
No, it is a replacement prosthetic design for one of our new arrivals.
[you know, since we keep blowing up?]
I-...this is somewhat embarrassing, but I do not have the ability to repair myself as I could with the others. [He gestured to the injury in his side and the not quite electrical sparks that still came from it a little more sparingly now; though it was slowly healing itself, the composition of Viktor's body was too organic to be a machine and too metal to be human; a hollow shell of indefinable material. Or in other words, nothing that could be fixed with screwdrivers and spare parts.]
It is not as severe as it looks. I will be fine within a day or two.
Ideally, yes. I can produce better work than what I already have, and with enough scrap metal there can be backups as well. I have built more with less, so I only need time to put something together.
[Viktor shrugged, pushing long hair back out of his eyes before taking a drink.]
...I will speak to someone with healing abilities once they have all had time to rest. I can function until then without issue.
I will be fine, Basilio. I am used to being in pain, and I am more than used to working late nights. I asure you, there is nothing to be overly worried about.
Thank her for that more than me, her accuracy was vastly superior.
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These abilities truly are proving unpredictable, aren't they? It might be worthwhile to keep a closer record of what they can do together, or at least attempt to.
[Because he sure did drag those archery targets in not too long ago, if he is. Or Basilio could run tank and draw aggro if aiming for a real bot was more his speed, but... yeah, the distaste for fighting was obvious.]
...Might also be worth gettin' everyone to try pairin' off before we're in the thick of it, yeah? Figure out what we can do together before we're desperate, like.
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...Fair compromise. I fear I've accidentally taught you my weakness.
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Not a bad weakness t'have, and I'd've figured it out soon enough.
[A peek at the designs and a glance at Viktor's injuries do get a raised eyebrow, though.]
Those don't look like you're tryin' to fix- [Gestures! At that hole in his middle!]</small
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[you know, since we keep blowing up?]
I-...this is somewhat embarrassing, but I do not have the ability to repair myself as I could with the others. [He gestured to the injury in his side and the not quite electrical sparks that still came from it a little more sparingly now; though it was slowly healing itself, the composition of Viktor's body was too organic to be a machine and too metal to be human; a hollow shell of indefinable material. Or in other words, nothing that could be fixed with screwdrivers and spare parts.]
It is not as severe as it looks. I will be fine within a day or two.
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[But... they sure do keep blowing up, though, it's true. He'd like to stop that.]
...So what can help ya? A day or two is too long for all that if somethin' can be done, yeah?
[Too many self-sacrificing idiots in this house, is2g.]
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[Viktor shrugged, pushing long hair back out of his eyes before taking a drink.]
...I will speak to someone with healing abilities once they have all had time to rest. I can function until then without issue.
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[And good for the new bean who needs it, tbh!]
...Both for that and before y'get to a healer. Runnin' ragged doesn't help anyone.
[...pot, kettle, but shh.]
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[He's just a normal amount of worried! You know, like you have for friends and allies? Viktor???]
Just offerin' an extra pair'a hands... or someone t'listen, if three hands is enough for ya.
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It's good to know you came out of all that safely, as well. I do not know where we would have ended up without you and Oscar looking out for us.
[he does know. it's 'very dead'.]
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[Especially with that heal over time their bond skill gives them... that honestly probably kept them alive at least once. Oops...?]
Still would've taken a lot longer without that fancy water gun you and Lady Dorothy cooked up.
[Either 'very dead' or 'very all trapped in the nightmare realm' which might have been worse--]
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[...]
These abilities truly are proving unpredictable, aren't they? It might be worthwhile to keep a closer record of what they can do together, or at least attempt to.
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[Because he sure did drag those archery targets in not too long ago, if he is. Or Basilio could run tank and draw aggro if aiming for a real bot was more his speed, but... yeah, the distaste for fighting was obvious.]
...Might also be worth gettin' everyone to try pairin' off before we're in the thick of it, yeah? Figure out what we can do together before we're desperate, like.
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[thanks he hates it actually]
And you're right; I think it will just end up a matter of finding enough breathing room to actually get the others together and try.