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bravenewworld2014-02-23 08:02 pm
eggsellence) wrote in bravenewworld2014-02-23 08:02 pm
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In all these years I've spent here in Union, I can't help but be a little impressed with what our, err. Friends over at that evolution team are capable of. It's "different".
[He gives a sober look. The good doctor has been mulling over this for a while now... or at least, mulling over how he should present the issue... no, opportunity.]
I couldn't care less about their ideology, their theology, or whatever keeps them sleeping soundly at night. [As if Union's beliefs are any better, he thinks.] What's important is we have evidence there's a wealth of resources still left intact, just like our Old City out and beyond. We have something they don't have, but more importantly, they have something we don't! We don't have to like them. Worst comes to worst, I'm expecting at least a couple tussles. I mean, look at them, flexing their muscles at our faces. After reports of people injured, that's just asking for trouble.
Consider this a public statement from me, Dr. Ivo Robotnik. Why don't we use whatever's ahead of us as a learning experience? While we have the chance.
This is nothing less than... yes, an opportunity, I daresay. It's an opportunity for the ages!
[Action: University grounds]
"E-G622, I beg of you, do something about your butterfingers. For my sake! Unlike E-K599 or E-M081, you're the only one with hands!"
[Outside the university walls, but still within the campus fields, a rotund man is overseeing a rotund Golett lifting some heavy metal weights... only whenever he lifts them, without much issue, it promptly trips.]
"Ugh. Out of all the little clay automatons deciding it wants to follow me, it had to be the one with the balance problem. Looks like my assistant search is still on..."
[He sighs and rubs his forehead, knowing that endeavor's doomed to fail from the start. The Golett lifts itself up, still trying its darnest to lift the weights.]
"... There's no such thing as an A for effort, you know." [Robotnik crosses his arms, waiting for the Golett to stop trying.]
In all these years I've spent here in Union, I can't help but be a little impressed with what our, err. Friends over at that evolution team are capable of. It's "different".
[He gives a sober look. The good doctor has been mulling over this for a while now... or at least, mulling over how he should present the issue... no, opportunity.]
I couldn't care less about their ideology, their theology, or whatever keeps them sleeping soundly at night. [As if Union's beliefs are any better, he thinks.] What's important is we have evidence there's a wealth of resources still left intact, just like our Old City out and beyond. We have something they don't have, but more importantly, they have something we don't! We don't have to like them. Worst comes to worst, I'm expecting at least a couple tussles. I mean, look at them, flexing their muscles at our faces. After reports of people injured, that's just asking for trouble.
Consider this a public statement from me, Dr. Ivo Robotnik. Why don't we use whatever's ahead of us as a learning experience? While we have the chance.
This is nothing less than... yes, an opportunity, I daresay. It's an opportunity for the ages!
[Action: University grounds]
"E-G622, I beg of you, do something about your butterfingers. For my sake! Unlike E-K599 or E-M081, you're the only one with hands!"
[Outside the university walls, but still within the campus fields, a rotund man is overseeing a rotund Golett lifting some heavy metal weights... only whenever he lifts them, without much issue, it promptly trips.]
"Ugh. Out of all the little clay automatons deciding it wants to follow me, it had to be the one with the balance problem. Looks like my assistant search is still on..."
[He sighs and rubs his forehead, knowing that endeavor's doomed to fail from the start. The Golett lifts itself up, still trying its darnest to lift the weights.]
"... There's no such thing as an A for effort, you know." [Robotnik crosses his arms, waiting for the Golett to stop trying.]
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My uh. My glasses fell, I'm really near sighted. Please don't step on them...
[His Elekid finishes stacking up the books that were dropped dutifully and begins to search around his friend eagerly, possibly because he's always wanted to wear Jeff's glasses himself rather than actually helping but. It's progress?]
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[As Robotnik's Golett sits, he kneels on the ground and helps out with the search.]
My eyesight, personally, is just fine, but I know it takes weeks for the lenscrafters to prepare a prescription pair of lenses in this town. You students have enough of a hard time without that nonsense.
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Th-thanks mister.
[It's all Jeff can really do right now, because he can't recognize who this is if he even remembers him from the sparse conversations with his dad. It's not like he's been at home for the passed ten years anyway. His life outside of school is new, he doesn't know any of his dad's colleagues or friends.]
[Finally, with a hurrah, Zap jumps up with the thick rimmed glasses, waving them in triumph and putting them on for a quick second before Jeff snatches them back from his friend. He wipes them on his shirt and puts them back on, finally looking clearly up at the doctor.]
Thanks for the help... they're really thick so they slide off my nose a lot.
sorry about that... school got super hectic!
[He points to his own glasses. They've got a firm pinch on the bridge of the doctor's nose. Stylish, functional, but probably a little expensive! He looks at Jeff, studying his features.]
Hrmm... You know, with those glasses... Are you here to see your father, young man?
it's cool! im super slow at tags forgive me in advance
[He trails off a little at the question, pushing himself to stand up and dust himself off.]
My father? No, I was in the library.
we are both slow
Are you sure you're not the son of Dr. Andonuts? The man never mentioned a son, but then again, we're not really close friends.
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I am, sir. I didn't know that's who you meant. Father... doesn't work on campus any longer.