DAY ONE OPEN POST

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[cheerupemoborg]

Oh, well, in that case you're screwed. At least a speech impediment can be managed. Stuttering for no reason? No way to fix that.

[Hank stops when he mentions the PRF.]

...what about it?

[wheatdos]

W-what???

[Oh my god Hank stop it you're scaring him. He looks like a little kid who was just told a ghost story.]

No... no you're lying. You're trying to scare me, mate.

...I...I...

[He clears his throat, trying to regain some sort of composure.]

I guess I just don't understand it. What it's for I mean.
Or-order is great! Really. You can organize things and have everything all arranged up in a little hypothetical box.

Problem is I'm kind of not really trusted around here.
Didn't do anything to bring it on. Lot of people don't have a reason to even be suspicious of me. Didn't do anything. I just- maybe because of the science?
Or the Artificial Intelligence?

[He scratches his head nervously.]

No... I um- n-nevermind. Pretend I didn't say that.

[cheerupemoborg]

[He huffs in annoyance.]

When you get back to the castle go to the library, or... wish up a self-help book. Or something.

[Hank looks at him, scrutinizing a little.]

Order and progress, Wheatley. It's just that simple. I want to change things around here. Bring back more from the Dead Zone than just overgrown chickens.

If they don't trust us now, then we'll make them.

[He stops at that last part.]

...what about artificial intelligence?


ooc: btw i didn't forget the whole limb thing, nope!

[wheatdos]

[He narrows his eyes at him slightly with that comment, but his expression transitions to a neutral one when he starts talking about making them trust.

Hank, did you see that sigh of relief? You've got yourself someone who possibly sees eye to eye with you. When he asks about the AI, he falls into a more hushed voice.]

If... I tell you you can't tell anyone. Not even her.

[He said 'her' nervously. As if she were right behind them.]

ooc: Awesome! It's good to hear that Hank is blowing things up because of Wheatley. Also, I can't begin to tell you how much I'm enjoying this thread. :U

[cheerupemoborg]

Of course.

[Oooooh, juicy!]

ooc: actually its for soemthing totally different, but yes this is awesome!

[wheatdos]

A few months back I was supposed to kill her. I'm sure you remember that.
Didn't really work out as planned. But I um... I sort of stole some of her documents while we um... were on good terms. Are on good terms. Still are.

'Less she found out about this. Probably wouldn't be then.

[He scratched his head.]

It might be a sensitive subject for you, mate.

ooc: At least let him think it's for him then, haha.

[cheerupemoborg]

I remember.

How so?

[wheatdos]

Some of the documents were about simple things from our world. Portal guns. Turrets... c-cores. That's me by the way. I'm a core.

[He puts his hands into his pockets.]

There was also one about... t-transfers.
Taking a human... any human. And transferring them into... a different body. In-into something that's like us. You know?

[cheerupemoborg]

Yes, and...?

[wheatdos]

I was in the middle of... trying to figure it out... how to do it. Here. Was collecting volunteers and everything. Would have worked too, I'm sure of it.

[He was slow to speak.]

I kept a few threats to heart when that long haired bloke came about. The blonde one. As uh, as much as I am a genius... can't really take on someone who is practically indestructible. And uses magic.

[A nervous laugh.]

I'm sure if she knew about this she wouldn't want to keep what we have. Wh-which is why I um... would rather it secret.

[cheerupemoborg]

Blonde bloke...?

[He thinks he knows who Wheatley's talking about.]

What is it you have, Wheatley? Just get to the point.

[wheatdos]

The documents, mate.
The blueprints... the lab reports. Th-the...the progress.

I was going to pick it up later. Make it work, maybe. Progress for-for science!

[He sounds a little enthusiastic.]

Though it's hard to do that when you're on some hypothetical 'threat list' and you're living in the same house with the one person who isn't supposed to know.

[He paused a bit, biting his knuckle in thought.]

Thi-this doesn't make me a bad person, dozzit?

[cheerupemoborg]

Blueprints for turning people into machines, is that what you're saying? That's easy, provided you know what you're doing.

[He laughs at that last part. No, Wheatley, the things Hank has done and is going to continue doing makes you a bad person.]

Not at all. Who's list, anyway? No wait, let me guess: a certain defunct group of upstarts.

[wheatdos]

Apparently. I've been kept out of the loop though. A little unnerving you know.

[And he wonder's why...?]

You bet.
Still working on that list by the way, if you still want it.

[cheerupemoborg]

Of course, I'd love to see it.

...you wouldn't mean that Arthas person would you? The one with sword?

[wheatdos]

Ah nonono. Bloke doesn't use a sword.
Though that's something I suppose I should look at too.
What they use. Probably useful.

[They'd be almost at the wall by now...]

Dhaos. That-that's it. Dhaos.
Sorry. Not very good with names. Spend most of my time calling everyone 'mate' or 'love.'
Have you heard of him?
Not much of a talker but he sure can get in your way.

[He chuckles.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Actually, they are! Watch out for those guards.]

Can't say that I have.

[wheatdos]

And that's the problem right there.

[He smiles. You neeeeeed a genius like him around clearly.][Wheatley looks over to a few guards not too far away, gesturing towards them subtly.]

Uhhh, probably not a good idea to stay here. Maybe we should go somewhere else along the wall. They'll see us for sure if we do it here...

[cheerupemoborg]

[He 'frowns' at the guards.]

Agreed.

Now, how is it a problem?

[wheatdos]

You're not prepared, obviously. It only takes one wrong person to muss it all up. Trust me, I know.

[Wheatley pivots his step, turning in the direction away from those guards.]

B-but on the bright side! I'll help you with that anyway so I suppose it's not really actually a problem.

Friends help other friends like that.

[And so he's said it!]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Wheats, you're a screw-up... a useful, screw-up!]

As do I.

I appreciate you're cooperation.

[wheatdos]

N-no need to be so formal about it mate.

[He laughed, moving closer to the wall.]

[cheerupemoborg]

Didn't realize I was being formal.

[He looks up at the top.]

You won't have much time to get away. They'll probably notice.

[wheatdos]

You were.
Unless that's how you speak to... y-you know, everyone.
Then I suppose that's different. Normal.

[He looks up too.]

Have you done this before? You seem to know timing so well.

[He says it with a laugh.]

[cheerupemoborg]

In a way, yes, but this won't be nearly as difficult.

[He runs a hand through his hair,thoughtfully.]

I could also distract them. Can't catch two people at once.