[This is why Dr. Robotnik doesn't like to go outside. This is why he prefers to stay in and get things done and not deal with this shit. But noooo, he had to go get some things. And what do you know, more ridiculous things happened. Biiiig shock.
Not that he's noticing it right now, as spaced-out as he is. He dreams of nicer things, of success, of the next project. Of his machines, efficient and functional and very much not here, but in his daydreams, there they are. He dreams of a certain agent bringing him his favorite coffee, of music and dancing and being alone.
And he can't do anything about it.
Aside from the dream bubble, he looks extremely out of it, an odd dazed-looking smile on his face.
Embarrassing.]
[B. DO UNTO OTHERS IS OUR GOLDEN RULE]
[These B-Cubes remind him of the Pokéball things Sycamore had shown off, and after considering how much that alleged hedgehog creature had kind of resembled the Pokémon... well, maybe these things'll prove useful whenever he gets home.
So sure, he signs up to try and catch some of the creatures around here, why not. He knows what he's doing, or at least the principle of it. But he's got an ulterior motive.
He might get a creature or two, just for the hell of it, but someone might notice him making off with a cube of his own for further study.
They won't miss just one, right?]
[C. ALL MY MACHINES ARE MADE FOR... DECORATION]
[It's been a process, figuring out how magic works and is integrated with technology here, and he's pretty sure it hasn't been helped by his encounter with zaShunina, but he's learning. Difficult, despite his genius mind. Too different from the technology he's so familiar with. But bit by bit, some of the things he's been shown start to make sense, start to fit together, stop being junk data and start being useful. It's like a puzzle, and he likes to work. Sure, he could take the easy way out, ask one of his sciencey acquaintences, use that weird mindshare thing, but he isn't. And now here he is, at a booth among the many, although his wares are a far cry from the eventual business that he can't believe he hasn't abandoned the concept of yet.
It's not even remotely what you'd expect to find at a farmer's market, but he's got a stall nonetheless, metal-and-plastic objects scattered around and over the surface. Tiny hovering egg-shaped things, sad proto-proto-badniks from a man who no longer has most of his resources. Oh, they might be exciting to other people... which is why he's here. Let the masses enjoy what he can't yet perfect.
He's not looking forward to actually selling anything, of course. Now that the Iris cycle's over, he's back to not even wanting to hold hands, and the fact that they won't let them use normal currency is, frankly, bullshit. He's not being much of a salesman either, sitting there with his chin in a hand, glaring at potential patrons, or focusing on working on more of the tiny things and ignoring the crowds.
But, hey, maybe the merchandise'll draw your eye anyway. Some of it is beeping.]
[D. S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G]
[He does take a break from his booth every now and then, when things get slow, because he's curious to see what other people have. Maybe he can find some materials, or at least something interesting to pass the time.
He's holding a limbed potato like it's the skull of Yorick, staring at it with his eyebrows furrowed.]
It's a novelty, I guess.
[E. WILDCARD]
[anything else catch your eye? anything else you're absolutely dreaming to do with robotnik for some reason? bring your own prompt, or hit me up via pm or agentkaz or discord by request for closed starters or brainstorming. i am extremely open to him getting b-cubed if you wanna go that route, or b-cubing your characters. or whatever!!]
Dr. Robotnik | Sonic the Hedgehog (2020)
[A. DREAMS COLLECTION]
[This is why Dr. Robotnik doesn't like to go outside. This is why he prefers to stay in and get things done and not deal with this shit. But noooo, he had to go get some things. And what do you know, more ridiculous things happened. Biiiig shock.
Not that he's noticing it right now, as spaced-out as he is. He dreams of nicer things, of success, of the next project. Of his machines, efficient and functional and very much not here, but in his daydreams, there they are. He dreams of a certain agent bringing him his favorite coffee, of music and dancing and being alone.
And he can't do anything about it.
Aside from the dream bubble, he looks extremely out of it, an odd dazed-looking smile on his face.
Embarrassing.]
[B. DO UNTO OTHERS IS OUR GOLDEN RULE]
[These B-Cubes remind him of the Pokéball things Sycamore had shown off, and after considering how much that alleged hedgehog creature had kind of resembled the Pokémon... well, maybe these things'll prove useful whenever he gets home.
So sure, he signs up to try and catch some of the creatures around here, why not. He knows what he's doing, or at least the principle of it. But he's got an ulterior motive.
He might get a creature or two, just for the hell of it, but someone might notice him making off with a cube of his own for further study.
They won't miss just one, right?]
[C. ALL MY MACHINES ARE MADE FOR... DECORATION]
[It's been a process, figuring out how magic works and is integrated with technology here, and he's pretty sure it hasn't been helped by his encounter with zaShunina, but he's learning. Difficult, despite his genius mind. Too different from the technology he's so familiar with. But bit by bit, some of the things he's been shown start to make sense, start to fit together, stop being junk data and start being useful. It's like a puzzle, and he likes to work. Sure, he could take the easy way out, ask one of his sciencey acquaintences, use that weird mindshare thing, but he isn't. And now here he is, at a booth among the many, although his wares are a far cry from the eventual business that he can't believe he hasn't abandoned the concept of yet.
It's not even remotely what you'd expect to find at a farmer's market, but he's got a stall nonetheless, metal-and-plastic objects scattered around and over the surface. Tiny hovering egg-shaped things, sad proto-proto-badniks from a man who no longer has most of his resources. Oh, they might be exciting to other people... which is why he's here. Let the masses enjoy what he can't yet perfect.
He's not looking forward to actually selling anything, of course. Now that the Iris cycle's over, he's back to not even wanting to hold hands, and the fact that they won't let them use normal currency is, frankly, bullshit. He's not being much of a salesman either, sitting there with his chin in a hand, glaring at potential patrons, or focusing on working on more of the tiny things and ignoring the crowds.
But, hey, maybe the merchandise'll draw your eye anyway. Some of it is beeping.]
[D. S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G]
[He does take a break from his booth every now and then, when things get slow, because he's curious to see what other people have. Maybe he can find some materials, or at least something interesting to pass the time.
He's holding a limbed potato like it's the skull of Yorick, staring at it with his eyebrows furrowed.]
It's a novelty, I guess.
[E. WILDCARD]
[anything else catch your eye? anything else you're absolutely dreaming to do with robotnik for some reason? bring your own prompt, or hit me up via pm or
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