Tags: character death, robots, robogore Word Count: 545
“The download seems to be complete, but it’ll take a while to make sure all the data is filtering out correctly.”
Miyuki hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything else to the other tech. Miyuki fumbles for his name for a moment, before coming up with ‘Onoda’. It’s not uncommon for techs to play the same spots as the robots they work on, and it took Miyuki some time to pick up on the fact that Onoda was a cyclist. He looked to scrawny to be much of an athlete.
“It’s not every day we get in a robot with experience in more than one sport,” Onoda says, flicking through the data logs. “He was pretty incredible, wasn’t he, Miyuki-san?”
Miyuki pauses at that, something knotting at the pit of his stomach. He’d been trying to avoiding looking at the now defunct robot in the corner, but he slips at that, glancing at Arakita out of the corner of his eye. He’s in no less than three pieces now, propped up so that his data can extracted. And now, that’s done.
He’s no more than scrap now.
“Miyuki-san?”
Miyuki stiffens before shaking his head. “Sorry, Onoda, I guess I spaced out for a minute there. What were you saying?” He turns to the other tech, and sees Onoda staring at him. There’s something like pity in that look, and Miyuki wants to wipe it off his face.
“You played with the AKT Mark One, didn’t you?” Onoda asks.
Miyuki nods. “Yeah, I did. He was a good pitcher.”
Onoda smiles. “That’s good! I raced against him once. I was surprised to hear he was pitcher-bot though. His arms didn’t seem built for it.”
Miyuki’s stomach lurches again, but he doesn’t let his smile fall.
“Not that a cycling-bot needs strong arms,” Onoda adds hastily, clearly misreading Miyuki’s pause. “And I’m sure he did a great job for a Mark One. And now you can improve with your second model.”
Miyuki forces a laugh, grinning. “And so can you.”
Onoda’s smile brightens. “I’m looking forward to it. It was really fun riding with Arakita-san, even if he was a bit, umm… Abrasive.”
Miyuki laughs. “That’s one way to put it.”
“I’m sure his data will make Imaizumi-san a fantastic racer!”
“Imaizumi-san?” Miyuki looks over to the two Mark Two’s. Nearly identical, but if you look close it’s not hard to tell one from the other. Both of them are more specialised to their individual sports; the one built for cycling is clearly a touch sleeker.
Onoda nods. “That’s the name I picked for him. Have you picked one out for your new pitcher, Miyuki-san?”
Miyuki tries to smile, but in the back of his mind he’s still thinking about the heap of parts in the corner. He forces himself not to look at it again. “I hadn’t got around to it yet,” Miyuki says.
“Oh, I see,” Onoda says. “Well, don’t worry! I can help you come up with something! We still have some time to wait before the data will be sorted.”
Miyuki forces a smile. “Great idea, Onoda-kun!”
Onoda grins, and Miyuki can’t help but think that Onoda’s bot will have an easier time at things than any bot Miyuki has ever worked with.
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Word Count: 545
“The download seems to be complete, but it’ll take a while to make sure all the data is filtering out correctly.”
Miyuki hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything else to the other tech. Miyuki fumbles for his name for a moment, before coming up with ‘Onoda’. It’s not uncommon for techs to play the same spots as the robots they work on, and it took Miyuki some time to pick up on the fact that Onoda was a cyclist. He looked to scrawny to be much of an athlete.
“It’s not every day we get in a robot with experience in more than one sport,” Onoda says, flicking through the data logs. “He was pretty incredible, wasn’t he, Miyuki-san?”
Miyuki pauses at that, something knotting at the pit of his stomach. He’d been trying to avoiding looking at the now defunct robot in the corner, but he slips at that, glancing at Arakita out of the corner of his eye. He’s in no less than three pieces now, propped up so that his data can extracted. And now, that’s done.
He’s no more than scrap now.
“Miyuki-san?”
Miyuki stiffens before shaking his head. “Sorry, Onoda, I guess I spaced out for a minute there. What were you saying?” He turns to the other tech, and sees Onoda staring at him. There’s something like pity in that look, and Miyuki wants to wipe it off his face.
“You played with the AKT Mark One, didn’t you?” Onoda asks.
Miyuki nods. “Yeah, I did. He was a good pitcher.”
Onoda smiles. “That’s good! I raced against him once. I was surprised to hear he was pitcher-bot though. His arms didn’t seem built for it.”
Miyuki’s stomach lurches again, but he doesn’t let his smile fall.
“Not that a cycling-bot needs strong arms,” Onoda adds hastily, clearly misreading Miyuki’s pause. “And I’m sure he did a great job for a Mark One. And now you can improve with your second model.”
Miyuki forces a laugh, grinning. “And so can you.”
Onoda’s smile brightens. “I’m looking forward to it. It was really fun riding with Arakita-san, even if he was a bit, umm… Abrasive.”
Miyuki laughs. “That’s one way to put it.”
“I’m sure his data will make Imaizumi-san a fantastic racer!”
“Imaizumi-san?” Miyuki looks over to the two Mark Two’s. Nearly identical, but if you look close it’s not hard to tell one from the other. Both of them are more specialised to their individual sports; the one built for cycling is clearly a touch sleeker.
Onoda nods. “That’s the name I picked for him. Have you picked one out for your new pitcher, Miyuki-san?”
Miyuki tries to smile, but in the back of his mind he’s still thinking about the heap of parts in the corner. He forces himself not to look at it again. “I hadn’t got around to it yet,” Miyuki says.
“Oh, I see,” Onoda says. “Well, don’t worry! I can help you come up with something! We still have some time to wait before the data will be sorted.”
Miyuki forces a smile. “Great idea, Onoda-kun!”
Onoda grins, and Miyuki can’t help but think that Onoda’s bot will have an easier time at things than any bot Miyuki has ever worked with.