shellphones | Scrambled Egg Zone Act II

Type: Video
Sender ID: reneggadetinkerer (Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik)
To: Public
Subject: A proposition, of sorts
Warnings: Scheming

[Now that Eggman has been here for a few months, he's about ready to make some moves. Specifically, he's been working on a little project. It's taken him some time to acclimate to the magitech of this world, and to gather appropriate resources, but the good doctor is nothing if not industrious.]

Attention fellow riftfarers!

I realize that I have not exactly made the...best impression to most of you. And still, there are others who come from my particular sphere of reality who have warned you that I am not to be trusted.

I readily admit that I have made a great many...missteps in my time. But never let it be said that Dr. Eggman can't shed his shell!

And so, I come to offer my particular brand of expertise. Behold!

[Eggman steps back and procures a small disc. A disc that, with the press of a button, creates a small projection of five, animal-themed automatons.]

These designs might be a bit antiquated but I am offering to construct these automatons for interested parties with custom functionality! They're quite good at reconnaissance and security, but they can also be used as personal assistants and companions! In fact, if you were interested, I could scale them down and make them into fun little toys for yourself or a friend! And I am offering these "Radniks" at a pittance! Whatever you wish to pay, I will gladly accept!

Consider this a peace offering from the great, magnanimous, Dr. Eggman.

And, if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask~

[OOC: Step one of Eggman's latest scheme is happening! These bots, while not dangerous now, are part of a long term scheme! If you're interested in getting involved, please feel free to let me know! You can reach out to me on the CR meme where I have some more details or message me on Discord of plurk at

bitterbearface]

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[There was a pause, likely so very brief that Eggman wouldn't notice it but- well. That had been exactly what the Professor had done. Every single person he felt he could trust left, had felt like a deep betrayal to the point the man had felt he could trust no one.

No one but himself.]

Sometimes one does feel as if no one but themselves is suitable for such a thing, a reason for the Rubber Psyduckie Method. A simple inanimate object that you can talk aloud to, and of course it cannot interrupt, thus allowing you to work through the problem as you speak it out.

Hearing yourself can be enough to give your brain a jumpstart out of the mire of frustration built up due to setbacks. I have done so myself in the workshop at times.

I'm not discounting the method, merely that I prefer it when my Rubber Ducks are able to talk back and offer up effusive praise.

[... Well if that wasn't familiar- thought admittedly it was more so on days where he had been so very deep.]

Understandable, really. [Did some doubt creep in, or did he simply want that praise of thoughts and jobs well done mixed with gratitude--]

Sometimes nothing gets the energy up better than knowing you have done something everyone should be grateful for. More so when it is the fact you are the one who has done it.

I happen to be of the mindset that I should be allowed my cake and the capacity to eat it as well. Hollow appreciation is devoid of meaning. If I do something, I want the world to both know and acknowledge it! Anything less warrants questioning if it's worth doing at all.

Which makes it more than simple insult when something grand is hardly acknowledged- or when someone catches wind of it and starts working on something attached to it, coming to your door expecting to be told how you did what you did simply to... piggyback off of it, if I remember the expression correctly.

[... why was it now he remembered e-mails that were never answered, and then ignored?]

How everything works, for their own.

Sounds as though your familiar with your mind being taken for granted, Turo.

...Oddly enough, I believe we are similar in this way.

Many believed parts of my research were... mere fantasy, despite creating the ability to control a phenomenon to be used at will. Of course that was taken to put on a show, even if the patent did grant me quite a bit of money with how used it is. Funded other parts of my research, while leaving plenty for the boy to pay for school and the rest of his life. [... it still felt as if he couldn't call Arven his son, even if the tone seemingly implied such.] Years spent to find anything to firmly set that what I found was real, without any room for doubt or brushing it off as some coincidence.

Some care to see only what is important to them, rather than the possible potential. It is... unfortunate, is it not?

...The boy?

You have a son?

[Eggman is...uncomfortable with some of the similarities between himself and Turo. Best to change the subject.]

Ah, yes. Arven- [There had been so much love for the boy, despite some of the biggest mistakes made creating so much lost time. He hoped that Arven had believed him, despite not wanting to hear how much he had always been loved.

Likely hard to believe with such an absent father- but reason e-mails stopped...]

A fine young man who goes to the local Academy in Paldea, one that people from all over the world travel to; either to learn, or explore the library that holds histories from all over our world.

Brilliant when he sets his mind to something, though his motivation can send him off track at times.

I would encourage you to let him explore those tracks.

Forcing one to live up to the image of another is, in its own way, stifling.

Oh, I have been- he enjoys discovering and creating new recipes, and has even discovered a type of herb that was thought of as only a part of a made up story. Crafted recipes in order to let them shine to their full potential and heal- or impower.

I discovered his notes in a book of mine, which arrived here with me. His friend encouraged him well, and those notes of his are fascinating to read over.

Do you seek to find a way back? Or perhaps bring him here?

[There was a more noticeable pause-]

I do not truly seek a way back for myself, but there are others I know who wish to. Searching for what causes us to come here was part of why the crew I joined formed; along with seeking other items of legend and power. Some a little.. odder than others. [There was always that thought in the back of his head, a conversation with Zack; if he could even open a window to the past...]

When it comes to Arven, I believe he would remain happier in Paldea with his friends.

This does not mean I would not like to see him again, however, or that I do not wish to see my world again.

You have no desire to return? Didn't you just say your son was there?

[That...bothers Eggman. Why does that bother him?]

Pah! Perhaps you feel it's better that you don't stifle his creativity, nor that he stifle yours!

[As is the M.O. with Eggman. When he starts to feel uncomfortable about something, best to go on the attack.]

[Turo hummed, the sound a little low and more to- acknowledge as he thought.]

You could say that I cannot return, despite wishing to have the same freedoms I have in this world there. To explore, continue my own studies, and watch Arven continue to grow alongside his friends.

[There was something unsaid there, difficult to even figure what it could be.]

I do not believe I have to worry much for his growth, so long as he remains confident in the direction and path he has chosen. As my own developed a control of crystals, he will no doubt find ways through recipes and ingredients to create something he can be proud of.

[Ah-]

He is strong, after all.

Scrambled Egg Zone Act II

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