"You've reached the comms device of Megaman.EXE. I'm not available at the moment, so please leave a message and I will respond as soon as I am able! Thank you!"
[At some point in the last week, your character received a letter in the mail. Feel free to open and read it, throw it away, or respond to it in whatever way you see fit.]
[ Well, Magicman did say that Hiro needed to hit up a couple more navis once he felt better, and Hiro is starting to feel better. With nothing better to do on this particular Sunday evening, he hunts down Megaman's comm info via the network and leaves him a message. ]
so ... if i say the word navi to you, do you think "that's me" or "hey listen"?
[Megaman is just gonna spend his entire stay in Heropa neck deep in Miscommunication Shenanigans, isn't he.
UGH MAGICMAN. He really isn't sure he wants to be talking with anybody a World Three navi would try to send his way. But. Robotics engineer. He as reasons to be interested in this. "Alternate universe versions of himself" sort of reasons. (Also it's robots, and robots are cool)
...screw caution, he's curious. After a few minutes a familiar loading circle pops up on the screen, followed shortly by the Blue Bomber himself in all his twelve-year-old aesthetic glory.]
...Oh.
[No offense, Hiro, his default image of an engineer is someone like his dad. He wasn't expecting someone who looks like they could be Lan's classmate.]
[ Whoa. Hiro jolts at that, still not used to Navis being able to, y'know, hop across the network and into his comm. If they weren't so awesome, he'd have to set up some safety protocols. He appears to be lying down in bed with the comm ... hovering? Yeah, the comm is totally hovering a few feet above his face. Standard procedure for a technokinetic like him. Definitely younger than Megaman's initial mental image, physically closer to twelve than he is to fifteen. Also, he has a small crowd of helperbots chilling around him, as well as a mettaur and a fishy perched on opposite shoulders.
... Is that disappointment he hears in Megaman's tone? He's not sure. Honestly, he wasn't expecting to face the navi so soon, so he's a bit nervous now. ]
[Not disappointed, really, just kind of surprised. He knows how smart his brother is, the kind of things he can pull of if he just applies himself, to say nothing of kids like Shun and Yaito. Still, some mental associations are just hard to shake. He at least has the decency to look sheepish about it.]
Huh? Oh, no, not at all! I just-- I was kind of picturing someone like dad. Sorry.
[His gaze doesn't really stray from Hiro's face at first. He does noticably glance at the virii a couple times - pre-programmed "survival instinct," he's nervous even though he knows they can't attack him from out there - and then his curiosty kicks in and he's staring at everything while trying very hard to not look like he is because ignoring your conversation partner is rude. What can he say, Megaman craves new mental stimuli the way human kids crave candy.
[ Oh, phew. Hiro relaxes a little at that and wills himself to be a little less self-conscious. It's a hard habit for a kid who was bullied as bad as he was to break. Some of the Bayminis are inactive, but the ones that are on peer up at Megaman from their spots on the bed. Their bitty little eyes blink as they take the navi in. ]
Dad? You have a dad?
[ A pause. Oh right, he's doing that to the comm. Should he put it down? He will if Megaman seems uncomfortable, but not yet. ]
-- Sorry, that's my technokinesis. I like texting while I'm working, and that's the easiest way to do it.
[Megaman's pretty obviously peering right back at the Bayminis, even though he's trying to keep his focus on Hiro. So much new data to acquire...!
His expression drops for a moment at Hiro's question before he forces a smile. Right, he's going to have to be a lot more careful when talking about his family, isn't he. People here aren't used to netnavis integrating themselves into their operators lives. Gotta get used to explaining his cover.]
Well, yeah! Dr. Hikari programmed me, so that makes him my dad, right? [He shrugs.] Even if he hadn't, he's Lan's dad too, and Lan's family is my family, so he'd be my dad anyway.
[Hub Hikari who is Hub Hikari he is not touching that subject with a ten foot pole.]
[Thankfully Hiro tosses out that shiny new bit of info before Megaman can start wallowing in depressing thoughts, and he just lights right back up. Technokinesis? Really? That's...that's...]
That's so cool! [And there goes all attempts to pretend he's not looking away from Hiro. He's gleefully scanning the edges of the "screen" now, trying to see if he can spot anything to examine.] It must be really useful when you're working! Have you always had it? What can you do? Is there a size limit or a...a materials requirement or--
[Hiro, meet Tiny Science Child. He has a lot of questions for you.]
[ He was mostly just interested in the logistics of it - he'll be the first to insist that true AI are people too, after all. Guess he should have sussed out the programmer part without asking, but there's a lot he doesn't know about navis in general. He opens his mouth to ask a follow-up question - right when Megaman gets all nerdy. Well. That's okay. He can come back to the dad subject later after all. For now, it's nerd time. ]
I know, right? I got about a fifteen foot radius I think. Can't really lift anything over like fifty pounds, but if it's under that? Pretty much anything I want. Guess I got lucky when they ported me in, huh?
[ He turns the comm slowly with his powers to let Megaman get a better view of the room. The room is full - utterly full, from the floor to the ceiling - with equipment and components. To some people, it probably just looks like a floating minefield, but for anyone with a mind for science and organization, they'd be able to see the patterns immediately. That corner houses the piece of a 3-D printer that Hiro's revamping. And that corner has tools all laid out vertically so he can see them all at once. It's a 3-D workspace that uses all of the space in the room, not just his desk or the floor. ]
Feb 21st early early morning, while Megaman is helping out in the south, 1/????
[The next text that comes from Colorman has a picture attached, and when Megaman opens it, it's a selfie picture of the Navi with the generator in the background and Magicman standing somewhere outside of the van talking to someone else short enough that all that shows in the picture is a mop of messy black hair.]
The generator was repurposed for more interesting things than sitting in a company lab all day and has been passed onto a person who can make much better use of it.
I am almost certain you may know this person. He is within your age group.
Try not to get him in trouble, will you?
[ geez colorman see how he has to clean up your mess ]
[And it's a system that's incredibly familiar to Megaman, and possibly most other navis as well. Being able to utilize a computer or other storage medium to its maximum potential often means using and organizing the available space as efficiently as possible. It's not exactly the same, to be sure, but it's close enough that he can see the general patterns even without much knowledge of engineering to go by.]
Really lucky! So much better than just getting stuck in a body. [A beat.] Um, no offense.
[It's still a really weird experience, even after all the time he's had to acclimate. He doesn't like that his memory doesn't work quite the way he's used to...and he really doesn't like that "Hub's" memories keep getting called up when he doesn't want them to be. Stupid human sense memories and their stupid automatic triggering.]
[He actually has to think about this for a moment. Everything's pretty strange for him, still, even with Hub's "previous experience" helping to smooth things out. Picking just one thing to call the strangest?]
Honestly? Just being out there. [He gestures at the "screen."] I've seen the real world my whole life, and I could kind of interact with it, if I plugged into the right tech. But actually being there, with no screen between me and it? It's pretty weird. Everything's more intense than in the cyber world. Louder, more crowded, input to process constantly.
...I used to wonder what it would be like, y'know? To be where my family was. It's a lot different from what I imagined.
There are memory discrepancies that are bothering me.
I do not care what your opinion of me is, but you can at least blame it on things I remember doing. I have no recollection of events as you describe and this is aggravating me.
You can make other arrangements. Place, time. Draw up a contract if you must. I know you do not trust me. But I would rather get this sorted out sooner rather than later. I do not enjoy the feeling of having forgotten something that I may not have even done.
What makes you think I don't? [Seriously Magicman, it's the one computer system in this world that is purely and totally under his control. Anything else would just be gilding the lily.]
I should be available at six tonight. Same for tomorrow. Free all weekend.
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