"Reploids, along with humanity, have irrevocably changed. The nature of their existence has also changed. You are not needed in our new world!" RP Experience: About 9-10 Years. Not new to the character or the verse. SFW is preferred as per usual. #MegamanRP #MVRP #CapcomRP #RPSky #MMXRP

"There were no flaws." Omega says. "Reploids are dangerous when unchecked. That is what he believed. You had no Reploids. You cannot speak from experience, you can only disagree philosophically." That is the logical conclusion in Omega's mind. His tension releases when Omega deflates, golden +

Omega laser-focuses his attention on the confirmation that Subaru's talking about Weil. A name he knows well, a man Omega is well acquainted with. It's hard to untether yourself from the man who encompassed your entire existence. (Even when you have no other choice.) Omega doesn't bother with +

It's difficult, isn't it? Omega is not your own creation, Ciel. He stands before you, broken down, vulnerable, yet capable of conversation. Even now, she does not forget what he's done, but her ever-present empathy fights against the logical conclusion- Omega is dangerous. As dangerous as ever.

" Coolant of identified machine but unidentified origin seeps into the exposed wiring . . . I need further repairs. " 「 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸. 」

Omega watches the fallen robot with an unchanging expression. There was no directive to go for the kill, so he didn't. He turns on his heel. "Prove it, then." With that, Omega disengages. His heels click on the ground, red and blonde fading and leaving Neo all alone.

" Three wolves? Are you suffocating? "

Subaru's intentions are good. Objectively. And that is what causes Omega to scoot backwards away from the boy, heels kicking up sand, particles getting into his many cracks and exposed wiring. His expression never changes from its apparent neutrality, but the tension in his frame +

Omega's heard that word many, many times in his long-lived existence. From machine and human alike. Hunter and Maverick. Innocent and guilty. Now, this could very well be self defense. Nobody would get on him for it. It's expected. . . . (𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵?) +

"Ouch—" Headbutts don't feel very good, do they? Especially when it's helmet against helmet, and Omega narrowly avoids getting his gem cracked in exchange for red coolant pouring down his face from the wound. It mixes in with Neo's own splatter. It does nothing to deter him. In fact, Omega +

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"A war machine is a war machine. I am confused as to why you take offense to the label on his behalf." It's all about who ends up on the winning side. Omega is responsible for atrocities. He'd argue Zero is, too. If he remembers clearly (𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵). Omega relents. He hums. "You're right. +

Oh. Oh, they're not sparring. The air shifts with Omega's realization. While he's down, his fist curls. He slams it hard against the ground. Beams explode from the impact and surround him in defense. When they fall, Omega hopes it was enough to create distance between the two of them. +

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Sight destabilizes and blurs as he's thrown up. High, high, then Omega's pain receptors flare as his abdomen is kicked mid-air. Gravity works against him, and all he can see are flashes of metal and his own blonde locks before he crashes back down. The ground cracks further. Omega sits up. +

" . . . What is a "mother"? "

"Artificial intelligence," Omega repeats under his breath. Then- ". . . Yes?" If nothing else, Omega seems genuinely confused that that would be a question at all. Kindness is never random. It always has strings attached. Return of a favor. Sometimes even a threat. "...What do you expect of

"Unless it's Zero." Omega says absentmindedly. Seeing as the meddling with his wiring is getting him nowhere but expending more energy than he has to spare, Omega finally relents. He might've just made it worse, the way his forearm seems to hang uselessly now. He turns his whole body to face her,

The blasts connect. Synthetic skin and his red vest get scorched from the heat. When the dust settles, Omega lunges, a hand connecting to Neo's face and slamming him down to the ground. It cracks underneath him. "...I'm starting to understand." Omega mutters, "Pride. Anger. It holds you back."

It might've even worked. But this is still Omega, after all. It doesn't take much effort to sidestep Neo at all. He hasn't even drawn his own saber. He doesn't feel threatened enough to do so. ". . . That was remarkably slow on the draw. You decided to warn me first?" > Try again.

"Now do you remember? Who you are? What you were meant to do?"

There's a lot of 'ultimate creations' running around, aren't there? They can't all fit that label. Maybe it should be gatekept. ". . . I've seen no combat. Do you prefer conversation?"

" ' killing machine ' would be more appropriate with that count, yes." A nod. "You may be taken more seriously. . . Do you have the combat precision to do that? Your inner wiring. The capability. Who authored you? Was it done efficiently?"

"...Increased to forty-one?" Asked genuinely. "Still ineffective."

"I imagine that must be easier on your society." Omega responds. That's what Weil used to say, anyway. Reploids must be kept under control. If the Doctor didn't stamp out curiosity, Omega would've wondered why Weil kept him around if he thought so. He glances down at his ankle. He didn't notice it

". . . Yes . . . Because you are. . . Boastful." Omega speaks evenly. He'd be disappointed, if he could pinpoint the emotion. "... You boast with such a small number? Someone could have thought you are dangerous. That's an ineffective strategy."

Omega tilts his head. He waits. No, that's all that's said. No hundred, no thousand, nothing. Just - "Forty?" Incredulously. ". . ." ". . . . . . " "That's not much of a killing machine, is it?" It is asked so, so genuinely.

"Maverick. Everyone says that." Omega mutters under his breath. A universal concept, it seems. A stain on the reputation of Reploids. (That may be his fault.) With great hesitation, Omega lowers his weapon, but it's not sheathed yet. "Do it to yourself first." He says. "A repair of some kind."

"Oh. Are we not yelling anymore?" A pause. "What's your kill count, then...?"

"You are, are you?"

Barriers are no big deal. They have their weak spots. Most of the time, it's a matter of how much force you apply with your own blade to the barrier before it gives in and shatters. A sharp spike of pain trails up Omega's ankle from a cut wire. Ouch. Clearly, he has better things to worry about.

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Omega tilts his head to the side. He looks back, piercing red eyes blazing despite the shade caught by his own helmet. He watches. "That's not the point," in regards to Ciel's insistence that she can find things on her own. Seeking isn't the issue. And at her concern — as misplaced as it is —

Caution is not right. Reckless, more like it. Even declawed beasts still strike. In Omega's case, he runs rigid when he hears beats against the ground and a figure peering at him from behind. Approaching. Closer. It's swift when he moves. His saber is unsheathed in the matter of a heartbeat,

And does it haunt you, Ciel? The desire to empathize with all Reploids, even the worst of them? One responsible for destruction, wearing the face of your hero? (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳?) "He isn't here..." Omega parrots her under his breath. He doesn't seem to be that bothered by

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"Alone?" Omega finally relents from the mangled Reploid. He entangles the wires and machinery in exposed and cracked joints of his arms. Messy. Untrained. "Is this a surprise attack?" And her, the decoy. A pause. The air grows heavier, despite no change from Omega himself. "Where is 𝙝𝙚 ?"

Omega's torn inner wiring strains as he stands on unsteady footing. Sensors alarm in the back of his processor. He glances down. The body before him is mangled beyond recognition. Under different circumstances, Ciel would've already been dealt with. Gone before she realized this is not her hero. +

Omega freezes. Where has he heard that voice before? On some "intercoms", Weil called it. 'Commander', vaguely. It's unceremonious, the way he rips his hands out of the carcass, wires entangled in his grasp. He turns to stare. Zero. That's what Weil said. "What is it?" Innocuous. Eerily so.

「 𝘀𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺-𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻-𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻-𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗯𝘆𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀-𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 」 “ located ... here. ” Omega tears at discarded wiring in hopes of taking it for his own. Keeled over a mangled Reploid body. He didn't do it, for once. — But that's hard to believe, isn't it?

— 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀

— 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚.

— 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲

— 𝗺𝘂𝗻 + 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼

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