DWN-057 - Party Bird Tengu Man

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

Metal, what the heck are you doing in my sake?

I’m osmosis-ing it.

URANUS-SHIT. NOW GET OUT. I GOT SOME HEAVY DRINKING TO DO.

…BUT IT’S SO WARM.  *Whine*

*grabs a strainer, strains Metal out*

*Tries to scuttle back to the sake bottle*  …It’s cold outside that bottle.

 

You get back into that bottle and I will have no problem drinking you.

…Then can I cling to the side of the bottle?  It’s waaaaaaaaaaaaarm~.

Why do you keep saying that…its cold sake…its…

DID YOU PEE IN IT?

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

Metal, what the heck are you doing in my sake?

I’m osmosis-ing it.

URANUS-SHIT. NOW GET OUT. I GOT SOME HEAVY DRINKING TO DO.

…BUT IT’S SO WARM.  *Whine*

*grabs a strainer, strains Metal out*

*Tries to scuttle back to the sake bottle*  …It’s cold outside that bottle.

You get back into that bottle and I will have no problem drinking you.

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

Metal, what the heck are you doing in my sake?

I’m osmosis-ing it.

URANUS-SHIT. NOW GET OUT. I GOT SOME HEAVY DRINKING TO DO.

…BUT IT’S SO WARM.  *Whine*

*grabs a strainer, strains Metal out*

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

Metal, what the heck are you doing in my sake?

I’m osmosis-ing it.

URANUS-SHIT. NOW GET OUT. I GOT SOME HEAVY DRINKING TO DO.

Metal, what the heck are you doing in my sake?

((This is a bit of a random vent for Tengu. If anyone wants to reply and make it into something else, feel free!))

Tengu sat down at his desk, staring at a piece of paper quietly…what to write for the newspaper classifieds…well..couldn’t hurt to try for love once more. He took a fude brush, dipped it in sumi ink, and started to write…

Robot seeking Robot!

My name is Tengu Man. I was created by Dr. Albert Wily, however my homeland is Gokayama, Japan, one of the few places with gassho/minka houses still in use today.

I am looking for an understanding robot that enjoys authentic Japanese cooking, isn’t afraid to try something new, likes the occasional drink (or five), and loves to watch the stars on warm summer nights.

He stared at the paper and frowned.

“…who could love that?”

He crumpled the paper and tossed it into the trash, rubbing at his forehead and putting the fude brush away.

“Perhaps it is best to just sit on the roof and make love calls and home another tengu answers…better drink ginger tea to warm up for tongiht.”

He stood up and headed off to heat up the tea for another lonely night of love calls that would go unanswered.

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

What am I made of, money? Fine. *offers a dollar*

Why are you so mean to me?!

Because I don’t like smoking. It hurts the trees, it hurts the environment…now what if I were to turn that dial on your back to its lowest setting, I wonder.

But I do like it so leave me alone.

Wait, what dial?

….what dial indeed!

*taps chin* TMI Tuesday…Tengu’s Mask Informer Tuesday. *big grin*

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

What am I made of, money? Fine. *offers a dollar*

Why are you so mean to me?!

Because I don’t like smoking. It hurts the trees, it hurts the environment…now what if I were to turn that dial on your back to its lowest setting, I wonder.

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

You could always wrap your own…I’m working on making my own sake due to expenses. *grins*

Go buy me a new box!

Aw, the midget is mad. *grins*

Either buy me a new box or give me money back!

What am I made of, money? Fine. *offers a dollar*

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

You could always wrap your own…I’m working on making my own sake due to expenses. *grins*

Go buy me a new box!

Aw, the midget is mad. *grins*

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

*dunks all your smokes in water* Try smokin’ now.

Wha-why would you do that!? *fishes the box out and clings to it* Do you have any idea how much these things cost?!

Oh they don’t cost TOO MUCH do they? I see the humans buying tons of these things and go through them all at once!

Humans buy the gross cheap ones! You wanna give me back the two hundred dollars I spent on these?!

You could always wrap your own…I’m working on making my own sake due to expenses. *grins*

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

*dunks all your smokes in water* Try smokin’ now.

Wha-why would you do that!? *fishes the box out and clings to it* Do you have any idea how much these things cost?!

Oh they don’t cost TOO MUCH do they? I see the humans buying tons of these things and go through them all at once!

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

Takes a jerk to know a jerk.

I don’t take your stuff!

Midgets shouldn’t smoke.

I’m not a midget! And why do you care what I do?

Because you so happen to be a midget I care about. Or…something.

Shut up and quit smoking.

I don’t wanna quit. I like it. And I’m a robot. It’s not gonna kill me.

*dunks all your smokes in water* Try smokin’ now.

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

Takes a jerk to know a jerk.

I don’t take your stuff!

Midgets shouldn’t smoke.

I’m not a midget! And why do you care what I do?

Because you so happen to be a midget I care about. Or…something.

Shut up and quit smoking.

flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

Takes a jerk to know a jerk.

I don’t take your stuff!

Midgets shouldn’t smoke.

Takes a jerk to know a jerk.

dwn009metalbrat:

the-tenguman:

dwn009metalbrat:

“Man, I really wish it were still an option…”  Metal murmured.  ”Though I suppose a plane wouldn’t be bad.  As long as it’s private.  Don’t really wanna be around human tourists on planes because the last time I was, I was between the armrest-hogging fat guy and the angry lady with the screaming baby.  Didn’t get a single wink of a nap.”  He sipped the soup, trying not to remember his annoyance.  ”I gotta wonder that too.  If he didn’t scrap one for…like…our parts or something.”

He then sighed deeply and took a sip of tea.

“Mmm…I know Dr. Light has a plane, but…would you really trust anything he made?” He sighed and drank the remnants of his soup, eating some mochi as well. “Unless we were disguised and got our way onto a commercial plane…it’s not that hard to sneak onto a plane these days.” He grinned. “Just scramble the metal detectors, create fake identities, fake tickets…”

“Other than…no, nevermind.  I don’t much trust Light’s creations…”  Metal would not openly admit that he would trust Blues still, that he at least wanted to be a friend.  

Metal scratched his left cheek.  ”Only if we can be in first class.  No fat armrest hogs or screaming babies.  Please.”

“Precisely…” He grinned. “Its fairly easy to fake tickets and other things…I could probably get Napalm onto a plane, I’m that good!”

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Metal himself was always rather fond of the Kansai dialect.  He’d fallen in love with it while he’d often wandered outside that factory that he’d been stationed in.  It was a lively tongue—not quite as dull as the formal dialect he often heard on the mainstream media.  Something that fit his lively, casual persona at the time.

“You could say that, yeah.”  Metal nodded, eating his soup while trying not to slurp.  ”I had to get out of the fortress.  I was gonna go nuts again…”

“I don’t blame you. It’s why I moved out and made this house out of every natural Japanese item I could find.” He sipped some sake quietly and sighed. “I wish to be back in Gokayama, being hailed as Tenawan-han*, the great Tengu of Toyama-Ken**.” He curled up with his his kimono and closed his eyes.

“…….I miss home so badly. I want to go back sometimes. It feels like I am not wanted here.”

((* Tenawan-han = ‘Mister Trickster/Mischief’, Tenawan = Naughty, Mischevious, Tricky. -han = suffix san. All of this is in Hokuriku dialect, used in Toyama prefecture.

**Toyama-ken = Toyama Prefecture))

“I would move out…but…I’m too attached to the brothers that are still there.  Except Senor Espejo Roto.  I can’t stand that vain git.  I wanna smash his little pair of castanets into his face.  Maybe he’ll actually get a nose from it.”  He then sighed a little.  ”Sometimes I wanna go back to Osaka…Maybe let them see ol’…Usagii-han*…Ol’ Kinpatsuko**…Doitsuko***…Ahaha…maybe some of ‘em even remember me as Gizagiza-han****…I had a lot of nicknames there.  But my favorite one…the one I use as a name when I’m trying to hide my identity is Tetsu.  You know.  Iron.  Sort of a catchall for “metal”.  Sometimes called me Tetsu-han.”  

Metal sighed softly.  ”Well, I want you here.  You’ve always been nice to me even when some of my closer brothers haven’t.”  He then quietly sipped his tea and gulped hard.  ”But…maybe one day we can go back for visits?”

(( *Usagii-han = Mister Rabbit, usagi = rabbit, -han = -san.  ** Kinpatsuko = Little blondie, kinpatsu = blond/golden hair color, -ko = suffix meaning “little/child” derived from “kodomo”.  *** Doitsuko = Little German, Doitsu = Germany/German.  **** Gizagiza-han = Mister Jagged, gizagiza = jagged; referring to the Metal Blades adorning Metal’s armor. ))

Tengu snickered at a few of the names, knowing them well.

“If I could fly long distance still, perhaps we could truly go visit. We actually have to get on a plane and fly for several hours.” He sighed angrily and ate more of his soup, frowning. “…I wonder if Wily has a plane or something we could borrow sometime…would he even let us borrow it, I wonder?”

He tapped his chin slightly and thought for a moment…how to get a plane…

“Man, I really wish it were still an option…”  Metal murmured.  ”Though I suppose a plane wouldn’t be bad.  As long as it’s private.  Don’t really wanna be around human tourists on planes because the last time I was, I was between the armrest-hogging fat guy and the angry lady with the screaming baby.  Didn’t get a single wink of a nap.”  He sipped the soup, trying not to remember his annoyance.  ”I gotta wonder that too.  If he didn’t scrap one for…like…our parts or something.”

He then sighed deeply and took a sip of tea.

“Mmm…I know Dr. Light has a plane, but…would you really trust anything he made?” He sighed and drank the remnants of his soup, eating some mochi as well. “Unless we were disguised and got our way onto a commercial plane…it’s not that hard to sneak onto a plane these days.” He grinned. “Just scramble the metal detectors, create fake identities, fake tickets…”

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Metal sat down carefully and politely.  He then spoke softly.  ”Maido ookini.*”  He sipped the tea quietly and glanced to Tengu.  He knew something was wrong, but wasn’t sure what to do or say.

Once he had been served food, he spoke a soft “thank you” once more and ate quietly.  He was willing to listen while he ate quietly.  After all, Tengu needed a good ear to listen to him.  It was only fair and right

((OOC: * Language notes:  Maido ookini = “thank you” in the Kansai dialect of Japanese.))

Tengu smiled a little when he heard the Kansai dialect. He might’ve lived in Gokayama, but there was no shortage of Osaka travelers to the area. Some Japanese people thought the Kansai dialect was strange, but Tengu thought it was rather beautiful.

He started eating his soup and spoke up. “Just dropping by?”

Metal himself was always rather fond of the Kansai dialect.  He’d fallen in love with it while he’d often wandered outside that factory that he’d been stationed in.  It was a lively tongue—not quite as dull as the formal dialect he often heard on the mainstream media.  Something that fit his lively, casual persona at the time.

“You could say that, yeah.”  Metal nodded, eating his soup while trying not to slurp.  ”I had to get out of the fortress.  I was gonna go nuts again…”

“I don’t blame you. It’s why I moved out and made this house out of every natural Japanese item I could find.” He sipped some sake quietly and sighed. “I wish to be back in Gokayama, being hailed as Tenawan-han*, the great Tengu of Toyama-Ken**.” He curled up with his his kimono and closed his eyes.

“…….I miss home so badly. I want to go back sometimes. It feels like I am not wanted here.”

((* Tenawan-han = ‘Mister Trickster/Mischief’, Tenawan = Naughty, Mischevious, Tricky. -han = suffix san. All of this is in Hokuriku dialect, used in Toyama prefecture.

**Toyama-ken = Toyama Prefecture))

“I would move out…but…I’m too attached to the brothers that are still there.  Except Senor Espejo Roto.  I can’t stand that vain git.  I wanna smash his little pair of castanets into his face.  Maybe he’ll actually get a nose from it.”  He then sighed a little.  ”Sometimes I wanna go back to Osaka…Maybe let them see ol’…Usagii-han*…Ol’ Kinpatsuko**…Doitsuko***…Ahaha…maybe some of ‘em even remember me as Gizagiza-han****…I had a lot of nicknames there.  But my favorite one…the one I use as a name when I’m trying to hide my identity is Tetsu.  You know.  Iron.  Sort of a catchall for “metal”.  Sometimes called me Tetsu-han.”  

Metal sighed softly.  ”Well, I want you here.  You’ve always been nice to me even when some of my closer brothers haven’t.”  He then quietly sipped his tea and gulped hard.  ”But…maybe one day we can go back for visits?”

(( *Usagii-han = Mister Rabbit, usagi = rabbit, -han = -san.  ** Kinpatsuko = Little blondie, kinpatsu = blond/golden hair color, -ko = suffix meaning “little/child” derived from “kodomo”.  *** Doitsuko = Little German, Doitsu = Germany/German.  **** Gizagiza-han = Mister Jagged, gizagiza = jagged; referring to the Metal Blades adorning Metal’s armor. ))

Tengu snickered at a few of the names, knowing them well.

“If I could fly long distance still, perhaps we could truly go visit. We actually have to get on a plane and fly for several hours.” He sighed angrily and ate more of his soup, frowning. “…I wonder if Wily has a plane or something we could borrow sometime…would he even let us borrow it, I wonder?”

He tapped his chin slightly and thought for a moment…how to get a plane…

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the-tenguman:

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Metal sat down carefully and politely.  He then spoke softly.  ”Maido ookini.*”  He sipped the tea quietly and glanced to Tengu.  He knew something was wrong, but wasn’t sure what to do or say.

Once he had been served food, he spoke a soft “thank you” once more and ate quietly.  He was willing to listen while he ate quietly.  After all, Tengu needed a good ear to listen to him.  It was only fair and right

((OOC: * Language notes:  Maido ookini = “thank you” in the Kansai dialect of Japanese.))

Tengu smiled a little when he heard the Kansai dialect. He might’ve lived in Gokayama, but there was no shortage of Osaka travelers to the area. Some Japanese people thought the Kansai dialect was strange, but Tengu thought it was rather beautiful.

He started eating his soup and spoke up. “Just dropping by?”

Metal himself was always rather fond of the Kansai dialect.  He’d fallen in love with it while he’d often wandered outside that factory that he’d been stationed in.  It was a lively tongue—not quite as dull as the formal dialect he often heard on the mainstream media.  Something that fit his lively, casual persona at the time.

“You could say that, yeah.”  Metal nodded, eating his soup while trying not to slurp.  ”I had to get out of the fortress.  I was gonna go nuts again…”

“I don’t blame you. It’s why I moved out and made this house out of every natural Japanese item I could find.” He sipped some sake quietly and sighed. “I wish to be back in Gokayama, being hailed as Tenawan-han*, the great Tengu of Toyama-Ken**.” He curled up with his his kimono and closed his eyes.

“…….I miss home so badly. I want to go back sometimes. It feels like I am not wanted here.”

((* Tenawan-han = ‘Mister Trickster/Mischief’, Tenawan = Naughty, Mischevious, Tricky. -han = suffix san. All of this is in Hokuriku dialect, used in Toyama prefecture.

**Toyama-ken = Toyama Prefecture))

dwn009metalbrat:

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Tengu stared at the irori as it heated one of his favorite dishes, a warm alternative to miso soup, which had mussels and clams inside it, as well as big pieces of daikon raddish, quail egg, and several other strange ingredients inside, as well as bonito flakes as flavoring. Tengu was bundled up in a large red and white kimono, a sage green obi tied around his middle to keep the kimono closed.

He looked a bit despondent as he sipped some cold sake and waited for the soup to heat properly and process its flavors. Tengu stoked the fire calmly with an iron poker and adjusted himself on the pillow he sat on. He had the sliding doors open to allow fresh air in, as well as sunlight.

Tengu frowned idly and looked at the albums he had, full of beautiful reminders of his hometown of Gokayama…how small and beautiful it was. How untouched and pure it was.

He was homesick.

He sighed sadly and looked at the pot with the soup, stirring it slightly, urging it to cook faster, also checking the rice cooker he had nearby. His heart hurt for home, and food was the biggest comfort he could find right now.

It had been a bit since the last time Metal had visited Tengu.  Last time, he’d worn that cloak of his as a formal “outfit” of sorts.  Today he had a decidedly more casual outfit on: blue jeans, a red hooded sweatshirt with a buzzsaw patch on the chest, and yellow converses.

He approached the familiar Gassho house with a more confident-than-usual stride and gave a careful knock on one of the doors with his free right hand, despite the sliding doors being open.  ”Anyone home?”  He clutched his cloak, which was to function as his security blanket, under his left arm with a small smile.

Tengu glanced to Metal as he knocked. He spoke softly, a bit in a defeated tone that was very out of character for him.

“Of course I’m home…come on in, Metal.” He sipped his sake and kept stirring the soup. It must’ve been quite odd to see him dressed in this manner and acting this way. Why was he so depressed? What happened to cause this?

Metal’s left ear lowered when he heard that tone.  It sounded like his own voice often did.  That had tipped him off almost immediately that something seemed wrong.  

“‘Kay.”  He spoke softly, coming in quietly.  He didn’t want to be rude and barge in, of course.  He may have been from Osaka in a way, but he was just a little “backwoods”, not rude.  ”Somethin’ up?”  He questioned, a faint tone of worry in his voice.

He frowned and sighed, serving Metal some green tea and mochi, pushing it towards him and patting a pillow nearby. Tengu could be quite the nice host to his guests, even if he was hurting on the inside.

“Sit down, this is a bit of a long story, my friend.” He sipped his own sake and perked up once the soup was ready, serving it for himself and for Metal, offering him a spoon and chopsticks to eat the interesting soup. Tengu truly made a Japanese feast for himself…even the TV in the corner was airing Japanese soap operas.

Metal sat down carefully and politely.  He then spoke softly.  ”Maido ookini.*”  He sipped the tea quietly and glanced to Tengu.  He knew something was wrong, but wasn’t sure what to do or say.

Once he had been served food, he spoke a soft “thank you” once more and ate quietly.  He was willing to listen while he ate quietly.  After all, Tengu needed a good ear to listen to him.  It was only fair and right

((OOC: * Language notes:  Maido ookini = “thank you” in the Kansai dialect of Japanese.))

Tengu smiled a little when he heard the Kansai dialect. He might’ve lived in Gokayama, but there was no shortage of Osaka travelers to the area. Some Japanese people thought the Kansai dialect was strange, but Tengu thought it was rather beautiful.

He started eating his soup and spoke up. “Just dropping by?”

whirlwind-tornadey:

the-tenguman:

whirlwind-tornadey:

the-tenguman:

whirlwind-tornadey:

the-tenguman:

whirlwind-tornadey:

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whirlwind-tornadey:

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“Lets try hot first!”

He smirked and handed him a cold bottle of ‘water’…or so Tor would think. Upon taking the drink, he’d soon find it was some of the strongest alcohol he had ever tasted: white lightning moonshine.

Tornado Man blinked and stared at the ‘hot’ water before slowly accepting it.

“Hey… This bottle is cold. How is this water… hot?”

He gave the bottle a wary look… before finally taking a gulp. His blue eyes suddenly widened with surprise before immediately shutting tight as he sputtered and coughed. What the heck is this stuff?! It tastes so… strong! And his throat is burning! Gasping, he opened one eye and looked at Tengu Man.

“H-hot… you say? This c-can’t… be water.”

He stared at him blankly. “Well obviously not. You asked for hot water…you know. ‘Hot’ water…oh shoot you…you don’t know the code…oh crap.”

Tengu slapped his own forehead and sighed, whispering.

“Hot means strong booze or warm sake…cold means weak booze or cold sake…fresh means actual water. Ask Metal, silly.”

What the heck?! This stuff is alcohol?! Oh boy… What will his family say if they find out? Tornado Man — a teenager and minor — just got his first drink of alcohol. What is he going to do? Eh? Ask Metal? What the—??

“…. Zut! Now what? I just drank alcohol for the first time in my life, and I’m seventeen years old. How did this happen to me?”

Tornado Man looked at the bottle’s contents and gulped. Should he just drink it all? Will he get drunk right away on this stuff? He doesn’t know for sure… but there’s probably no turning back. Booze already went down his throat and hit his stomach. It won’t hurt to finish this off… will it? Hesitantly… he downed the whole bottle, grimacing at the taste and burn. He felt like gagging, but he somehow managed to hold it in. Panting lightly, he handed the bottle back to Tengu Man.

“M-man… This stuff is tough. H-how can adults… s-stand this s-stuff? And d-do I… h-have to… p-pay for it?”

Tengu grinned and adjusted his mask. “Hah…it’s all according to tastes…some tastes like juice, some doesn’t.” He looked at the empty bottle, frowning and gently moving Tor to sit down, humming softly. “I’d sit down if I were you.” He also handed him a bucket.

Tornado Man blinked. Hm? Some taste like juice? Really? Well, he has a sweet tooth so… may as well see which ones are sweet. Sweet alcohol… sounds pretty good, actually. Maybe he can… get away with drinking this time? No one in his family will have to know. He smiled a little giddily as Tengu Man gently moved him to sit down. Eh? A bucket? For what? Oh boy…

“Eh~? Could I have some juicy ones? I happen to like sweets~. Uh-oh. Urgh…”

Tornado Man feels kind of queasy… but he’s gonna try to hold it all in. Don’t puke don’t puke. Okay, it passed. He set the bucket beside himself. Maybe he should just sit and take it easy for a bit.

“Th-thanks. So, uh… which ones are sweet? I kinda wanna try… tho I’m fine with you just showing them to me first.”

“I have some plum sake.” He handed him one of the signature sapphire blue bottles he always drank out of…it was labeled ‘Plum Sake, Moonstone’. It sounded…romantic. Upon popping the top, it smelled like grapejuice and tasted like the water from inside a plum. It was light and fruity indeed…but would be definitely dangerous. It had no bite or burn to it whatsoever.

Tengu smiled and grabbed his own bottle. “She is my favorite of all…my dear plum sake.” He laughed. “I wonder what Plum would think if he knew about the sake created after her…I dislike reporters, but I like sake named after them.” He chugged the sake until the bottle was halfway down.

“…. Pretty blue bottle~… Eheheheheh~… How romantic~…”

Tornado Man smiled and giggled giddily. Is he getting drunk? Maybe he is. Silly boy. He accepted the sapphire blue bottle and sniffed the content. Hm~. Is that… grape juice he smells? He took a small sip… and his face brightened.

“… W-wow. This is… strangely good. I can see why this one’s your favorite.”

Sweet, delicious plum. Hm. Plum the pink-haired news reporter? Tornado Man sees her on TV often. Even he watches the news, especially for forecasts.

“… I wonder if she’d like to try some. Dunno if she’s a minor… Then again, so am I… and I already drank some alcohol. Say~, when did you start drinking?”

“….” A harsh subject to talk about.

He sighed and sat down. “It’s a long story…it’s something someone as cheerful as you wouldn’t understand.” He looked away.

Tornado Man blinked. Is this guy… sad?

“H-hey… It’s not as if I know nothing about sadness. In fact… I’m not as cheerful as you think I am. But I try to be happy despite everything I went through.”

The teen sighed as well. One would probably think a Light Number like him should be happy with his life. But he can’t say he’s had a better life than anyone. And his past isn’t a happy one.

“… I wish I could say I have the best life… but I don’t. There was this law a few years ago… We newer robots were given expiration dates. It made me so angry. Those selfish humans… After all we’ve done for them, they decided for their convenience they’d throw us all away like we’re trash. Who did they think they were to decide our lives like that?”

Tornado Man gritted his teeth. Darn those humans… He sighed and glanced at Tengu Man sadly.

“Wanna tell me your story?”

Tengu held his bottle of sake and listened to Tornado’s story. He felt very uncomfortable hearing another’s story, as it was close to his own. He felt as if he had been given an expiration date and thrown away. He played with the bottle and frowned once the story was over.

“….my story is similar.”

He sighed and sipped his sake. “Dr. Wily told me I was his greatest creation..that I would defeat Mega Man and make him proud…when I failed, he was already working on the new generation to forget about how terrible I had been…how badly I had messed up.” He closed his eyes. “I will never be loved like how he loved me when he first activated me, I’m sure of it.”

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Tengu stared at the irori as it heated one of his favorite dishes, a warm alternative to miso soup, which had mussels and clams inside it, as well as big pieces of daikon raddish, quail egg, and several other strange ingredients inside, as well as bonito flakes as flavoring. Tengu was bundled up in a large red and white kimono, a sage green obi tied around his middle to keep the kimono closed.

He looked a bit despondent as he sipped some cold sake and waited for the soup to heat properly and process its flavors. Tengu stoked the fire calmly with an iron poker and adjusted himself on the pillow he sat on. He had the sliding doors open to allow fresh air in, as well as sunlight.

Tengu frowned idly and looked at the albums he had, full of beautiful reminders of his hometown of Gokayama…how small and beautiful it was. How untouched and pure it was.

He was homesick.

He sighed sadly and looked at the pot with the soup, stirring it slightly, urging it to cook faster, also checking the rice cooker he had nearby. His heart hurt for home, and food was the biggest comfort he could find right now.

It had been a bit since the last time Metal had visited Tengu.  Last time, he’d worn that cloak of his as a formal “outfit” of sorts.  Today he had a decidedly more casual outfit on: blue jeans, a red hooded sweatshirt with a buzzsaw patch on the chest, and yellow converses.

He approached the familiar Gassho house with a more confident-than-usual stride and gave a careful knock on one of the doors with his free right hand, despite the sliding doors being open.  ”Anyone home?”  He clutched his cloak, which was to function as his security blanket, under his left arm with a small smile.

Tengu glanced to Metal as he knocked. He spoke softly, a bit in a defeated tone that was very out of character for him.

“Of course I’m home…come on in, Metal.” He sipped his sake and kept stirring the soup. It must’ve been quite odd to see him dressed in this manner and acting this way. Why was he so depressed? What happened to cause this?

Metal’s left ear lowered when he heard that tone.  It sounded like his own voice often did.  That had tipped him off almost immediately that something seemed wrong.  

“‘Kay.”  He spoke softly, coming in quietly.  He didn’t want to be rude and barge in, of course.  He may have been from Osaka in a way, but he was just a little “backwoods”, not rude.  ”Somethin’ up?”  He questioned, a faint tone of worry in his voice.

He frowned and sighed, serving Metal some green tea and mochi, pushing it towards him and patting a pillow nearby. Tengu could be quite the nice host to his guests, even if he was hurting on the inside.

“Sit down, this is a bit of a long story, my friend.” He sipped his own sake and perked up once the soup was ready, serving it for himself and for Metal, offering him a spoon and chopsticks to eat the interesting soup. Tengu truly made a Japanese feast for himself…even the TV in the corner was airing Japanese soap operas.

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the-tenguman:

Tengu stared at the irori as it heated one of his favorite dishes, a warm alternative to miso soup, which had mussels and clams inside it, as well as big pieces of daikon raddish, quail egg, and several other strange ingredients inside, as well as bonito flakes as flavoring. Tengu was bundled up in a large red and white kimono, a sage green obi tied around his middle to keep the kimono closed.

He looked a bit despondent as he sipped some cold sake and waited for the soup to heat properly and process its flavors. Tengu stoked the fire calmly with an iron poker and adjusted himself on the pillow he sat on. He had the sliding doors open to allow fresh air in, as well as sunlight.

Tengu frowned idly and looked at the albums he had, full of beautiful reminders of his hometown of Gokayama…how small and beautiful it was. How untouched and pure it was.

He was homesick.

He sighed sadly and looked at the pot with the soup, stirring it slightly, urging it to cook faster, also checking the rice cooker he had nearby. His heart hurt for home, and food was the biggest comfort he could find right now.

It had been a bit since the last time Metal had visited Tengu.  Last time, he’d worn that cloak of his as a formal “outfit” of sorts.  Today he had a decidedly more casual outfit on: blue jeans, a red hooded sweatshirt with a buzzsaw patch on the chest, and yellow converses.

He approached the familiar Gassho house with a more confident-than-usual stride and gave a careful knock on one of the doors with his free right hand, despite the sliding doors being open.  ”Anyone home?”  He clutched his cloak, which was to function as his security blanket, under his left arm with a small smile.

Tengu glanced to Metal as he knocked. He spoke softly, a bit in a defeated tone that was very out of character for him.

“Of course I’m home…come on in, Metal.” He sipped his sake and kept stirring the soup. It must’ve been quite odd to see him dressed in this manner and acting this way. Why was he so depressed? What happened to cause this?

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flamingheatman:

the-tenguman:

Then I best not see any puppy lumps.

Well, maybe you shouldn’t have a giant sand box.

I-Its not a sand box! Its rocks!

Yeah, it’s a sand box.

Cats poop in sandboxes.

Dogs poop wherever they stop.

Everything poops in sandboxes.

Why do I even bother afsdkfjsdkfhsdfjsfjdshfk…