youre_smashing | So, I heard you like Megamans...

So, I heard you like Megamans...

[It so happens that rival school Capcom High has permanently suspended a certain pirate from attending due to a scandal involving sending a rocket to the moon. In light of being kicked out, Tron here is scoping out places to eventually set up shop in, and ultimately figure out a way to nuke Capcom High in revenge.

In other words, she's also taking note and planning an attack on Smash Academy for a later date as well. Doesn't matter if the academy isn't suited for her revenge endeavors or not. She's an equal opportunist you see! If there is so much as a little profit to be scoffed out of Smash Academy, she'll take it. By force, of course.

However today isn't the day she decides to make her grand entrance. She's mainly here to scope out the surroundings, jot down names of important people and generally spy on the daily life and on goings. Get as much information as she can and relay it back to her older brother in order to form a battle plan, just in case she does decide to go on the offensive (which is extremely very likely).

You can run into her, and her forty-plus Servbot entourage just about anywhere that is accessible in the school; Snooping around a couple of classrooms, stealing food from the cafeteria, to spying on you from a tree. Go ahead and catch her in action or generally just bug the heck out of her.]

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[The girl alone, might be easy to miss. The huge gang of robotic followers? Not quite as skilled at evading Pyrrhon's divine sight.

He descends suddenly in front of her, enveloped in flames as always, smiling as he gives her a wave.]

Salutations! Pyrrhon doesn't believe he's seen you around here before. Tell me, what're you up to with the little... robot army?

[He sounds very, very interested on those last two words.]

[Tron on the other hand isn't so interested in guys on fire asking her personal questions.]

It's none of your damn business what I'm doing. Focus on the fact you're completely on fire why don't you!

Of course Pyrrhon's on fire! It comes with being the God of the Sun. Also, it's AWESOME.

Also something that comes with being a God- EVERYTHING is my business!

Okay then, whatever floats your boat.

[Is this guy for real?]

I don't care if you're a sun god or whatever you want to call yourself, you have no business in my affairs. That is strictly my business alone and I can do whatever I darn well please. If everything is your business, then may I suggest getting another hobby to divulge your free time in. You certainly aren't getting anything out of me.

Pyrrhon has a hobby, actually! I've got a fascination for robotics! Hence my interest in your little army here.

[He leans down towards them, probably making the Servbots very uncomfortable as he inspects them.]

So, you gonna tell me about them?

[Tron admires a fellow robot enthusiast and yet at the same times loathes a similar mind in her field of study. She's the best around you see, all other robotic creators in her eyes are inferior no matter if they are more skilled.]

Oh, I get it now. You've come to snoop on my Servbots to know what makes them tick. To get a leg up in your own robotic creation.

[Tron notices her Servbots being wary of this firey stranger, some are even awed by the sight of the flaming god. Tron frowns. They're suppose to be on her side, not be mesmerized by a know it all guy on fire!]

Not going to happen pal. Those matters are top secret.

[[OOC: Considering Jon was a Capcom High student, I'm cool with assumed CR if you are! Or them just knowing one another by name/sight, if not detailed CR.]]

[....why are you stealing those lamb chops in the cafeteria. Those are Jon's favorite, you know.]

Oi.

[[OOC: I'm cool with them knowing one another by name and sight!]]

[A girl's gotta feed her little robot family. Forty hungry mouths to feed in all. She'll take whatever food she can get.

Jon however is making it hard for Tron to concentrate with getting these lamb chops out of the academy when he's, you know, A DOG.]

Y-you stay right where you are you flea infested mutt! Don't you even think about taking one step near me or I'll...I'll sick my Servbots on you!

I know your servbots. I'm not impressed, lass.

[What was her name again...? Oh! Tron. Tron Bonne? Something like that. Wasn't she some kind of troublemaker back at CapHigh?]

First off, I've no fleas. Secondly, I'm a teacher here so you might want to keep that smart mouth of yours in check. Thirdly... this is my plate.

[He lowered his plate.]

Put seven of those chops on my plate and I might let you leave without handing out a detention slip. The detentions here are far harsher than any you may have attended at Capcom, so I'd pick my next move carefully, were I you.

[Look at all those teeth tho.]

[She's looking straight at those sharp teeth and not liking what she seeing. In fact, she doesn't like seeing Jon in his wolf form. Period. Dogs, it just had to be dogs!]

Boy, they must be desperate around this school to be handing out teacher certificates out all willy-nilly. What did you have to do to earn yours? Roll over and play dead?

[Enough with the chit-chat, she wasn't going to let Jon's threats bug her, or her fear of canines get the best of her. She was Tron Bonne! Queen of the air pirates and a fearless pilot.]

Listen here Muttley, I don't have time to play with you and your stupid rules. If you want these chops so badly you'll have to take them from my Servbots first!

[Without further prompting, Tron starts throwing the chops at random Servbots, who are quick to start scurrying away with their catch. Let the dog play with his new toys.]

...seriously?

[He had several avenues of reaction open to him. The first and most likely was to be a responsible member of faculty. Admit defeat, let her win this minor victory.... then slam her backside into detention so fast it would make her head spin. Maybe have Resetti use her to clean up the grounds. He was a terrible time to be around and it would serve her right.

The second option was to bust out some delicious Kung Fu all over those robots, take back the meat that was his by virtue of him being an extremely hungry werewolf.

The third? Well it involved a combination of both strategies.]

Congratulations, you've just officially made my blacklist. And considering you've just arrived, to my knowledge, that is some feat. Bravo.

[Then came the Kung Fu. Servbots were kind of cute, and they had a head start. But he wasn't about to let them get away. His body erupted in Ki and he dashed after each chop carrying member of Tron's robotic cadre, retrieving the tasty morsel.]

[Okay, a girl and her robot entourage were... pretty odd, even for Smash. Who the heck was this? And what was she doing just looking around?]

Um... Excuse me. Are you lost?

[He...kind of reminds her of someone. She can't quite place it. Darn nosy too.]

What do you want kid? Can't you see I'm busy here!

Er, I just thought you might need some help finding something! I guess not...

I'm perfectly fine, thank you. I can manage to find my own way.

[She turns to leave but stops. She considers her options before turning back to Rock.]

Hold up there kid, I've changed my mind. Perhaps you can be of some assistance to me.

Hm? What is it?

[Don't mind Wave, she was just gonna check out one of those little lego men wannabes.]

Hm. Kinda primitive, aren't they?

P-Primitive? How dare you insult my children like that! I'll have you know these Servbots are sophisticated robots, each with their own individual personality and able to think for themselves like you and I. Oh sorry, that's right they don't think like you cause you obviously aren't very bright.

[Her Servbots actually have the IQ of a five year old child. Shh, just don't remind Tron about that!]

If you think those requirements are considered primitive by your standards then you need to straighten your priorities out lady.

I see robots like that way more often than you think. And those are way more articulate than your little toy soldiers here.

[Oh she was gonna enjoy trolling you, Tron...]

But do those robots come close to my Servbots? Afraid not. You call them little toy soldiers and that's exactly what they are. Soldiers! Able to withstand any attack and punishment thrown at them. They're an unstoppable army and indestructible to boot. I'd like to see these other so-called 'robots' you mention be deceptively cute and deadly at the same time.

[Wave looked incredulously at her for a moment. Then she pushed at the head of the Servbot she had been inspecting, watching it fall over onto its back and start crying "Miss Troooon!"]

Girl, you have been roaming around campus with your tiny robot army, taking stuff, spying, and being really inconspicuous about it all. After a while, campus security is going to catch wind of you.

Zero crossed his arms and glared up at the tree Tron was currently using as a vantage point. "What are you doing?"

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