DAY ONE OPEN POST

[ino]

[Welcome to the beautiful village of Konoha!



How about you spend some time looking around?]

[ ACADEMY | 44TH TRAINING GROUND | HOKAGE MONUMENT | ICHIRAKU RAMEN | KONOHA HOT SPRINGS | YAMANAKA FLOWER SHOP

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Comments

[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.

[wheatdos]

Y-yes right! I-I like that plan. Like that. Let's go with that.

[He nods a few times, pointing at Hank.]

S-so I just... climb this wall?

[Hank stop that. Look at those stick arms.]

[cheerupemoborg]

No.

[At this point, Hank is will just grab Wheatley and float to the top of the wall.]

computer stopped working for a bit. x_x

[wheatdos]

[What. WHAT.
What are you doing. Hank. Stop. Stop it.
It was in a comical fashion that Wheatley suddenly clung onto Hank like an endangered cat.

His eyes became saucers as he he was raised off the ground.
He was used to heights from his past on a management rail, but THIS was not what he was expecting.

Here's the thing:
FRIENDS USUALLY WARN FRIENDS BEFORE THEY DO THINGS LIKE THAT.

He was stunned silent. He couldn't actually scream because of the Ninjas around, but he was having a mild freak out, to put it lightly.]

...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

50 bux it was from sandy

[cheerupemoborg]

[HANK DON'T GOT NO FRIENDS, WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS.

The second they reach the top, Hank growls and pries Wheatley off of him.]

When you hit the ground, get moving. No doubt they've already noticed.

[wheatdos]

[STOP TRYING TO DENY THE FACT THEY ARE BROS.

Wheatley lets go, instead finding himself staring down.]

H-hit the ground?

[Oh god... that was a long way down... even for a ninja.]

Bit of a long way down...d-don't you think?

[cheerupemoborg]

[He waves it off.]

Nonsense, you'll be fine.

[Maybe?]

[wheatdos]

A-are you sure?

[He looks down again. For some reason he can't imagine this outcome being anything other than painful.]

[cheerupemoborg]

Nothing permanent, anyway. I'll toss you at an angle, so you can tuck and roll when you hit the ground.

[...or he could drop him off and fly right back over in, like, two seconds.]

[wheatdos]

R-right... t-tuck and roll. Tuck and roll.

[He nods a few times, trying to convince himself more than Hank.]

W-well... can't you just... place me there?

[cheerupemoborg]

[brain farts]

... I suppose I could.