paradisa | 67: We have a problem. [Forward dated to after the Wonderland gig.]

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67: We have a problem. [Forward dated to after the Wonderland gig.]

[Still in a drowsy state, He hung lazily off of his bed, face pasted in a pool of his own drool as he snored the hours away. That's just how things work. You sleep. You wake up. Though sleeping without a companion was not a thing Wheatley did often. And he certainly didn't remember not doing so earlier.

Rolling off the bed, in a clumsy flail of limbs, the first thing he realized was his hands.
His very muscular hands.
Then it was his biceps.

Holding his hands out in front of him, stupefied, he squinted, calling out to the woman who he thought was in the room with him.]

Uhhhh... love?

[Looking around, it had been only then he realized he was somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't his house. He's been kidnapped!

No wait.

Slowly, his eyes trail down to the puddle of drool on the floor. Leaning forward slowly, he was surprised to see his face wasn't the one he woke up with.]

Ahhh???

[Shattering sounds!]

AGHGHHHAHHAHHAHAHHHHHHH????

[Crash.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH??!!!

[Screaming at the top of his lungs, someone was bound to hear him in his room.]

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Ohhh... so now you're playing proper vigilante, aren't you?

[He stopped, turning around. Why did you do that?]

Even-even if-- if I were, what exactly could you do about it mate?

If you want to call it that, sure. I'm just trying to look out for you; you're behaving erratically, you trashed your room and you've already made reference to hurting people. I have good reason to stick around.

[He stood a little taller when "Hank" looked back at him.]

I'd stop you.

Ahahaha... well. I'd like to see you try.

[Standing his ground, he kept his fists clenched. Perfect opportunity to try this all out, right?

He vaguely wondered if Hank could mimic some of the dangerous things he remembered his facility. Think. Lasers.

At the thought, his 'laser vision' kicked in; a sudden action with no particular target. It strayed to hit a tree, slicing through it effortlessly and lighting it aflame. It startled Wheatley initially, but only for a moment. It was as if it came naturally... of course, he was in Hank's body.

Best think quick, mate, because Wheatley is not holding back. The moment he considers laser vision, he's using it, and it's aimed right for his 'friend.']

[Blues' jaw went agape at sight of the heat vision, but he collected himself when he noticed "Hank" had turned his attention back on him. He began to strafe toward the right, trying to avoid being caught by a blast of that. He raised his cannon arm up and fired a plasma blast at "Hanks" chest.]

[The plasma blast was a surprise. Wheatley was not used to combat, so it sent him backwards and airborne, colliding with a tree and leaving the path he was sent flying in a wreckage of uprooted trees and damaged terrain. The only thing that saved him was the fact that Hank was extremely durable. Not even a scathed mark aside from his clothes. Pushing himself up onto his feet, his eyes locked on him.]

Ahahahahaha! Ahhahaha! AHahaha! HAHAHAHA... COME ON MATE.

[The slightest hint of insanity. He'd be grinning like mad if he could.]

COME ON!!!

[He'd effortlessly pick up one of the uprooted trees-- the biggest one he could reach at that time, launching himself forward and up into the air, swinging the massive tree into Blues.]

[Blues was shocked that his blast was shrugged off so easily, the flight and strength "Hank" possessed didn't help this feeling either. When "Hank" came at him again, Blues tried to jump over the tree but didn't quite get high enough. The tree slammed into one of his legs and sent him crashing back to the ground. He looked down to his leg and saw it was banged up and dented rather badly.]

Great...

[He raised his cannon up and took another shot at "Hank."]

[Oh. The canon threw him off guard again, him clumsily dodging, spinning around as he tried to gain his footing in the sky. Of course it wasn't easy for a first time... there was nothing to stand on!

He eventually found balance though. Still in mid-air, Wheatley checks under his feet, unsure how he was flying. No jets. No explanation. Though he didn't care all too much. He saw the cannon revving up, wondering vaguely if Hank had any canons of his own. He'd throws the tree that he was holding over the spot where Blues laid similar to a javelin, giving him a little something to preoccupy himself with dodging as he tried to figure out what else this terminator-esque crazy man had.]

Huh... canons... canons... canons... where could they be?

[That's a good distraction, he's rolling the heck out of the way of that one. He pulls himself back up to his feet, a slower process with his damaged leg.]

This isn't going well...

[He started to charge up his cannon this time, it was really the only thing he could do offensively if "Hank" had just shrugged off that first shot. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the best chance to fire, he couldn't risk him dodging it again.]

[The tree collided with the ground, indeed missing, but sending chunks of rock and dirt up into the air. In the meantime, he stayed preoccupied, searching his hands and chest for anything that could resemble a canon switch... or anything.]

C-canon? No.

[He furrowed his brow. He couldn't find it.]

Hmmm... um, okay. Didn't go quite as planned.
No canon. Right.

[Looking back down, he narrowed his eyes at Blue.]

A-are you still alive down there?

[The rocks and dirt didn't bother him, they bounced off his shell without causing any real harm.]

I am.

[It was a simple response but it did the trick. He started to move again, He didn't want to take a risk and get hit by that heat vision. His speed had also been hindered by his damaged leg.]

Oh-oh... alright!

[Perfect timing. The moment he moved, 'Hank' was sure to activate his heat vision again, following Blue where he moved. He best not stop.]

Thanks-thanks for that!

[Blues had no intention of stopping, not with that following him. Luckily it didn't look like "Hank" was moving while he fired that, which gave Blues a great opportunity to raise his cannon arm up again and let loose the charged up shot. He only hoped this time it would hit.]

[It didn't give 'Hank' much of a chance to dodge, the shot indeed hitting, sending him flying backwards, into some trees.

Where did he go?]

[Had that shot done it? He wasn't sure. But he didn't have the energy to go in and check it out, he knew with his faulty core he didn't have the energy to keep going at this pace.

Blues' best bet would be to fall back and charge up in case he came back. He slowly started to back away from the trees. Not ready to turn his back quite yet.]

[Don't turn around. Hank emerges from the trees, staring darkly at Blue. The slow pace he was walking after Blues in showed no sign of worry.]

Hey! Mate!

[And at that moment he gave Blue a dose of his heat vision, intending to take him down.]

[That wasn't good. Before Blues could react he took the blast of heat vision to his good leg, nearly severing it as he was sent to the ground.]

This... Isn't going well.

Are you sure? I say it's going pretty well. Pretty great! ...Yoooooooooou could say I have a leg up on all of this.

[Still has time for puns. Making his way to him, he chuckles. Give him a moment to crouch in front of him, grabbing hold of the arm which shot the canon, and snapping it. He couldn't have that going off again.]

Aha. Ah. Ow. Y-you see... I'm not a fan of people making me out to be the bad guy, mate. I-I won't have it.

[Blues watched rather helplessly as his arm was ripped from his body. Sparks shot out from where his limb had once been attached. The entire time he didn't flinch or cry out, he couldn't feel pain and there was no point in faking it.]

You're doing a fine job convincing me otherwise, just so you know.

[Blues just glared at "Hank." He was missing two limbs and one was crippled, there wasn't much fight left in him at this point.]

[Oh. This was amusing. Tossing the arm up and catching it, he chuckled. It had been a long time since he had the upper hand for anything.]

Am-Am I?
Well... ehe. You can't possibly think you're the good guy here, mate. Being suspicious of your own kind. This-thisthis wasn't even supposed to happen.

[Blues was quiet for a moment. What "Hank" said had stung, back in his world he was very aware that he was "different;" he wasn't human, but the way he thought was far different from any machine. He never had a reason to be suspicious of any machine, because they couldn't act like this.]

Maybe it wasn't supposed to happen, but you let it come to this.

[After his little encounter with GLaDOS, Hank had made a beeline for his room to make sure Wheatley was there.

Hank knew the chances of finding him were slim. With those powers, he could elude Hank all day.

Still, even if Wheatley wasn't in Hank's room, he would screw up eventually. Hank just had to be close when he did.

Sure enough, Hank had eventually heard the tall tale sounds of combat nearby.]

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Oh mate, don't make this a me thing.

[Wheatley had no idea that the big bad dude was onto him, still drunk off of his power trip. Tossing Blue's arm up into the air and catching it, he was loving this. He was practically unstoppable.]

This is... cleaaaaaaaaaarly your fault.

[And he lifted his foot, intending to stomp his face in...

Someone better stop hiiiiiiimmmmmm.]

[Blues stares at the foot. It wasn't too long ago that he'd just accept this, but was it still what he wanted? He wasn't sure anymore. There wasn't much he could with only one arm and no power.]

[Supergirl is there, suddenly, crouching over Blues with her arms up, hands on the sole of the attacker's foot. Her teeth are grit, and after a second, she shoves up to knock him off balance.]

What did I tell you about toeing the line, Cyborg?!

Opphh!

[Oh. Well this was a surprise!
Wheatley does loose his footing, falling backwards ungracefully onto his behind .Sitting up, his single eye narrows at the newcomer. Who was she supposed to be?]

That wasn't a bad pun. Wasn't bad.
Mine was still better.

[He's standing up, unamused.]

And who are you supposed to be?

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incomiiing

HEY BUDDY.

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