X, The Legend
[[Theme under construction]] So much to say and so little space to put it in. I'm simply another X. I'm old: Be gentle with me.

Disregard the links for now, they're a little out of date.

[Party: Aurelien the Ralts (Shiny male). Cynebald the Growlithe (male). Snivy [unnamed] (male)]

Anonymous inquired:
M!a time~ Dear Raichu, you are now a baby Coatl dragon! Duration is up to the mun's discretion; between one day and one week. Mun decides colors and genes~

It was alright, he tried to console himself, staring down at his clumsy paws. After all, this was only his second M!A since regaining his memories, and some individuals he knew had had terrible things occur to him. Compared to being wounded, mutilated, crippled, or, Max forbid, pregnant, being turned into an animal twice in as many months wasn’t such a bad situation, right?

Raichu sat his bottom down on the ground, glancing about for Max, or his children. He didn’t see anyone. The tiny dragon let out a high, keening hum of distress. 

He had an appointment today, for Asimov’s sake! This was terrible.


doctorlightnumber-x inquired:
He hadn't seen Quint in some time, so when he caught sight of the little bot, the small, yellow beast howled in delight and dashed toward him. The dash turned out to be faster than he was expecting--how did an organic move so quickly?--and he tripped over his own paws, landing in a disgruntled heap several feet away from Quint.

svn001quint:

svn001quint:

Quint almost jumped when he heard an animal behind him, quickly turning around to see the yellow ball of fluff move towards him. His instincts caused him to get ready to dodge, but when it tripped over it’s own feet, he relaxed slightly and looked down at it.

What in the world had that been about?

 

Quint actually squealed this time when he noticed just how darn cute the Jolteon looked. This animal was his, it was a stray, and he was keeping it. Giggling, he all but ran down the winding paths towards the abandoned weapons distribution centers, where he lived in one of the giant bulbs several stories up.

His ears pinned in surprise, but he didn’t seem upset or frightened at the noise. He dug his blunt claws in against Quint, gentle in spite of the haze of instinct dulling his common sense. He peered out at their surroundings, making note of where they were going.


doctorlightnumber-x inquired:
A small, pale yellow ball of fluff bolted toward Max. It didn't slow when it reached him, instead leaping up on trajectory with Max's neck.

max-armor-x:

max-armor-x:

Max plucked the tiny yellow animal off, not even surprised anymore when Xs got turned into Eevees. It appeared to happen a lot. “Hey, Raichu.”

 

"Well, I suppose that means you are hungry,” Max replied, scooping the Jolteon up. “Now, what do Jolteons eat?” This was going to be a challenge. Maybe Raichu had something at home that he could give him.

The ball of banana cream fluff shivered violently in excited anticipation, though it didn’t occur to him that he was rattling his bones like a marble in a tin can. Static raced through his fur. 


doctorlightnumber-x inquired:
He hadn't seen Quint in some time, so when he caught sight of the little bot, the small, yellow beast howled in delight and dashed toward him. The dash turned out to be faster than he was expecting--how did an organic move so quickly?--and he tripped over his own paws, landing in a disgruntled heap several feet away from Quint.

svn001quint:

svn001quint:

Quint almost jumped when he heard an animal behind him, quickly turning around to see the yellow ball of fluff move towards him. His instincts caused him to get ready to dodge, but when it tripped over it’s own feet, he relaxed slightly and looked down at it.

What in the world had that been about?

 

Giggling some more, he stood up, holding Raichu in his arms that, while not perfect, at least suggested he had held an animal in his arms before. “I’ll take you h-home~,” he smiled. “A-And spoil you, no matter what C-Copy says!”

He let out a gentle whuff, peering up at Quint’s face with his pale eyes. His face fur was smooshed from burying his head; he looked anything but regal. 

Yes, yes, spoil me.

derp-lion:

So some people don’t know I have a goat, I think…

max-armor-x:

 

"Of course I don’t mind, silly." He fluffed Raichu’s blond hair before attempting to comb it with his fingers.

"I’m grateful I have you, Max," he said, angling his head so Max could reach his head better. His hair was finer and less of a wild mop than most X’s, but it was still rather fluffy.

max-armor-x:

 

Max had no noticeable muscles for the other to grab, but the program smiled back at him when he leaned forward.

"You are a handful. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, silly Raichu."

"Not that the lot of you mind, correct? I could be one of those stuffy old units, after all."

max-armor-x:

 

"…You were easier to handle as a curious newbuilt," Max said slowly, knowing that if he lied, Raichu would know instantly. "But you’re more fun right now even if I tend to panic." The panic was more his programming than his emotions, unfortunately.

Raichu stepped forth to grab Max’s bicep with his right hand, leaning in until his forehead touched Max, not caring about the other’s armor. He gave the program a little smile.

"I have been told I can be a handful. I just wanted to be sure you still love me like this."

max-armor-x:

 

Max scowled somewhat when he heard that. “What sort of question is that?”

"The curious kind. And one that, I hope, will get an honest answer." He examined Max’s face. "Why so upset?"

max-armor-x:

doctorlightnumber-x:

 

"I don’t have to take this sort of sass from a whippersnapper like you, Dad." 

"I’m afraid I don’t have any idea what you are talking about, little one."

"….Mm-hmm." He squinted at the darker unit before boldly asking: "Did you like me better as a newbuilt, or as I am now?"