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discedo_logs2008-09-02 02:19 am
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the end is near [CLOSED/COMPLETE]
Who: VAVA [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mufufu] and Bulma [notpanties]
Where: The mechanics' garage.
When: After this log and somewhat during this post.
Rating: PG? VAVA's fussy through some of it, but nothing big.
Summary: Bulma finally figures out how to remove VAVA's error and the virus from his programming. Expect awkwardness and random fluff what.
the log:
The mechanics' meeting had gone well enough by VAVA's standards, and while the thought of having such trouble making something so simple made him a bit frustrated, VAVA was in a good mood. Well, as good as it could be; he was vaguely nervous about having Bulma look into his brain again, and he was not expecting anything extremely good to come of this session. He had long lost his optimism for removing the virus from his brain, but if the error he had been built with was fixed at the very least, VAVA figured it would at least offset the virus's more extreme reactions. That would be enough for him; to be able to function properly for once. He had made his way over to the garage with no real rush in his pace, but he wasn't taking his time, either. He was unpleasantly nervous, but slightly excited at the same time. It was hard to deal with; the error didn't process his emotions properly, and it would be plain on his face as soon as he stepped into the garage and removed his helmet. He wasn't used to having it off, but he was slowly becoming a bit more accustomed to it as the days passed. Having Bit around him a lot of the time seemed to help. "...." He looked around for Bulma, the helmet secured under his arm.
Bulma was tinkering away with a small, round device, picking it apart with a worn screwdriver. She hadn't had a lot of free time, and the little time she did have to herself was usually spent keeping busy. It was the best way to keep her thoughts from wandering--and to keep her emotions in tact. Not that it helped much, but she hadn't thrown an incredibly dramatic fit for a day or so. The remnants of her last fit lay in a garage can; old blueprints thrown away in frustration. In the corner of the garage, not far from her, rested a large motorcycle, the outer casing opened to reveal a new engine. It's shine contrasted the old paint and small dents in the body. VAVA's entrance didn't go unnoticed, though, as Bulma sat back and looked over her shoulder when he made his way into the garage. "Hey!" she greeted him, standing up and leaving the device--her dragon radar--open on an old chair. She stood up, walking toward him and resting her thumbs into the belt loops on her shorts. "How are you feeling? Are you ready?"
VAVA noticed that Bulma had been working on something already when he walked in and for the briefest of moments, he considered leaving her to do just that. But, his pride wouldn't allow for that. He grunted at her, looking around the garage with mild interest. "....I'm all right, I guess. And yes, I am." He said as calmly as he could manage. He shifted the helmet in his arm a bit, reaching back with his free hand to unplug the wires from his neck that led to the Front Runner secured on his shoulder. Preparations, perhaps. "Hn.. What is it you've discovered? A way to suppress the error, I'm assuming?" If she had told him of her supposed plans beforehand, he had either forgotten or his nervousness was causing him to make small talk. Whatever the case, he was still genuinely curious as to what she planned to do today. It had better be something worth having him open his skull again; the thought of having anyone but himself work on his brain was still a new and uneasy one for him. He stepped further into the garage, looking around. "Where should I sit?"
"Oh, yeah, totally," she responded, pulling her hands back and brandishing a pair of old gloves from her back pocket. Slipping them on, she grinned up at him. "I'm pretty sure I've got just the key to solving your problem. It's gonna take a while, but I think we can really make some progress tonight!" Bulma moved past him, heading toward another end of the garage and gathering up a notebook and a toolbox. "Anywhere is fine, really! There aren't too many good chairs here, but if you want to make due with some toolboxes, we've got a few laying around!" Flipping open the old notebook, she took a moment to review the contents. Detailed notes and blueprints on both VAVA and Bit's general builds littered the pages, comparison charts side-by-side. The entire process wouldn't be too hard, but doing it before VAVA had time to oppose would be tricky. Still, she had her own ideas, and set the notebook out of his sight. "Hey," she said, offering him a reassuring smile. "Relax, okay? Remember, you're being operated on my the smartest girl in Discedo. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you!" On purpose, at least.
"Hn.." Bulma's casual way of talking was oddly calming for VAVA; in a way, it reminded him of how Bit or Linda would talk, only.. a little different. It was hard to pinpoint; any casual way of speaking automatically reminded VAVA of Bit, so it was hard to place the exact differences as he didn't really notice them. In any case, Bulma's words managed to make VAVA calm down for the time being and he nodded at her. "Mmn.. good." With that, VAVA opted to sit down a ways in to the garage, plopping himself down on the floor. Sitting in a chair would probably be a stupid move; he probably weighed enough to break one if he sat down on it. He looked around the garage a little more, taking notice of the bike, but he didn't say anything about it quite yet. He set his helmet down in front of him and sighed, looking back at Bulma as she fidgeted with.. something. "...Mmn...I suppose. It's just been a long time since I've had a human work on my programming." 'A long time,' meaning, 'decades,' but VAVA wasn't about to tell her that.
"Well, this human has been working on robots and automotives since she could pick up a screwdriver!" Bulma made her way toward him, moving to set up behind him. She really could't operate on VAVA while facing him; unlike most robots, VAVA had the ability to watch her and talk to her before she proceeded, and she didn't want to have to look her friend in the eye when she eventually did what she had to. "Don't worry. I've got everything planned out, so sit back." Bulma gave pause, momentarily, completely ready to start her work. Her gaze seemed to soften, and she asked, "Ready, then?"
"Mmn.. I suppose that's reassuring.." VAVA was a bit out of it, to be honest; the anxiety was eating away at his mind, but physically, he was drained as well. The virus had had a brief, but intense, spurt before he arrived to the garage and the moment he sat down, VAVA wondered if he'd be able to get back up again. He supposed that was all right, considering he wasn't meant to do much movement now, anyway. He grunted as Bulma stepped around and then behind him--he trusted her, but it still made him somewhat nervous--and he breathed harshly through his nose. After a moment, he nodded slightly. "...mmn. I'm ready."
She gave a nod, and went to work--taking him apart was easy enough. She'd done it once before, and learned her way around the inner workings of he and Bit's build far more quickly than any average human could. She worked silently (a rarity for her, of course) and precisely, relying on three thing tools to do the job. Pulling the notebook open once more, Bulma rested it on her lap and took in a single breath. The blueprints were perfect. Bit's make wasn't a simple one, but Bulma knew just what she needed to re-wire and remove from VAVA to fix the problem. Her only challenge was doing it before VAVA realized what was happening. He was still under the impression that she was just checking for errors, after all. "Alright," she whispered under her breath, sitting back and lowering her tools. It was now or never, and she had to do it fast enough so that he wouldn't have time to react. "VAVA? Where's your communicator? There's something I need to see."
VAVA sighed deeply; even though she was supposed to check up on his error, it was still a nerve-wracking procedure. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, his fingers kneading at the edge of his helmet as he sat upright. He could hear her shuffling something around, but he figured it was something like notes she had taken down from the last time she had checked him out and so he paid no mind to it, or her odd silence. As she finally spoke up, VAVA's eyes opened slightly. His communicator? Why would she need it? He frowned slightly, shifting forward to click a compartment open on the armor of his left arm. Inside was the communicator, wedged between a few tools of his own and some suspicious looking circular objects: high powered electric grenades. He shifted and pulled the communicator out and reached behind him to hand it to her. "Here. What is it you need to see?"
"Just have to compare something! In fact, it's just--" But her hands were working faster than her words, and her sentence cut short as she pulled a single wire and clicked a small linking plug into place. She was lucky that VAVA had these tools already at her disposal. Getting him out of his own body for this would have been much, much more painful for the both of them. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she moved back just a little, clenching the radio as the data transmitted. Bulma bit her bottom lip, looking from her work to the communicator. She'd gone through the procedure so fast that she was sure something had screwed up, but to reassure herself, she spoke. ".. Hey, V-VAVA?"
As VAVA sat in wait for her to explain herself, his thoughts started to drift. Or rather, that's what it felt like. Before he could properly react--or perhaps set up the proper defensive program to prevent it from happening--he felt as though he was being sucked through something. His eyes widened impossibly and he tensed sharply, a twitch shuddering through his body. But, as quickly as that came, it went, and his body was limp, slumped slightly forward. But, he wasn't asleep. In fact, he was rather wide awake. But, disoriented. He tried to see, to move, but he couldn't. He couldn't do much of anything, actually. He felt cramped, squished, and everything sounded so amplified and loud, he wasn't sure what was going on. Frantically, his voice broke through the silence, "Bulma?! What's going on?!"
"Calm down!" She responded almost immediately, more for herself than him. The transfer really did scare her, but she wouldn't admit it. In fact, she was pretty irritated at herself or even trying such a thing, given how much VAVA's programming and the outdated technology in Discedo differed. But it worked, and he was fine, which eased her nerves immediately. "I had to transfer you out of your body. This, uh--well, Bit and I were talking.." She seemed to mull over the right phrasing, but in the end, she decided to be blunt. "I'm going to get rid of this virus today, VAVA. And I couldn't risk having you in here while I did that!" She nodded at her own words, feeling that she had justified them enough. After all, were she to make a mistake with VAVA's programming still inside of his body, he could have been even worse off in the end. "Just stay put for a little while, okay?"
VAVA hated this already. It was cramped and uncomfortable and he couldn't do anything. He couldn't see--though he supposed if he tried hard enough, he could implement the communicator's video feature for that--he couldn't feel anything, he couldn't move. It reminded him too much of the after effects of being dead; being an abstract existence rather than physically tangible. It honestly scared him, though he wasn't about to admit that to anyone, not even himself. He growled, trying to do something--anything--to make the cramped area more tolerable. He tried to listen to Bulma--who knows what explanation she had for this--and as he did, he fell silent for a moment. "...... you and... Bit??" He questioned, his voice riddled with static. What the hell? Bit was in on this?? But... .... as Bulma continued to speak, it all seemed to fall into place. The virus.. Bit was immune to it. VAVA was at a loss for words.
"Well, yeah. Bit and I kind of tossed ideas around about this, because we wanted you to get better." Her voice had returned to it's usual tone, light commotion stirring up as she worked. She was really thankful that Bit's make didn't include any new installations; she had no means of doing any of that. The key would be manual wiring and tweaking of his hardware, which, if she was careful, would take her just under an hour. She imagined, momentarily, that this was what a surgeon would feel like. She wasn't just working on a robot, after all. VAVA was her friend, and before she even touched him minutes before, she had been nervous. All of the butterflies and fear had quickly dissolved when she started her work, though. When Bulma worked on a project, her mind was set on one goal, and she'd let nothing get in the way of that. It helped, really. If she went through this worrying about her next move, she would have gotten nowhere, fast. She fell silent once more, stopping only to change her tools and look over her notes.
NOTES FOR COHERENCY AND CONTINUITY:
the third seat: [ OKAY so, how do you want to do this? just skip to after she's done? ]
ride the kintoun: (Yuuuuuuup! <3 Want me to just, uh.. continue until she's done?
the third seat: [ sure, if you'd like :O not sure what else VAVA can do other than stew XD ]
ride the kintoun: (okie! <3 I'll make mention of his RAAEEGG!post?
the third seat: [ sure! :D ]
The hour didn't seem to exist at all. Sure, there was a certain amount of time where she talked to VAVA as he rampaged on his communicator, but aside from that, Bulma's attention was concentrated on the matter at hand. The work itself was tedious, but it was worth it to help VAVA out. "Almost done," she finally said, after one of the longest periods of silence she'd first arrived. "I'll transfer you back in a second and close up, okay? Sit tight!" Going over a quick, final checklist, Bulma surveyed her work, and gave a nod. "Good. Now.." she pulled the wire that she had used to transfer him originally, and connected his communicator to his hard drive with it. "Alrighty. One second.."
VAVA had been raging on and off over the communicator for the past hour, screaming at Bit and screaming at Bulma and screaming at whoever else managed to talk to him during that point. He was getting claustrophobic and if he had to be in that damn communicator for one more second... But, then Bulma said she was done. About time! Not that he really had a right to complain, but given the sudden switch without warning, he was a tad miffed. And, to be honest, he really wasn't expecting her to be done so quickly and have gotten both the virus removed and his error fixed, but he would have to just see for himself. As she transferred his consciousness back into his body, VAVA felt relief wash over him. Ah, much be--wait. What was this? His eyes snapped open the second the transfer was done and he grunted, the sound almost pained. He shook for a moment, gritting his teeth and reaching up to press his hands against his head. He winced, eyes shutting again and he groaned. "T-th.. w-what... I don't.." He couldn't figure out what was wrong. It felt so different, but it didn't feel wrong. "H-haa..." He gasped, unable to formulate words properly.
Bulma's eyes went wide, and she stepped back, picking up her notes to review them. "Is--I did everything right, didn't I? No, I know it was right. I totally have this ugly cut on my finger to prove it, so, uh--" she looked up to him, biting at the corner of her bottom lip and frowning. ".. How do you feel?"
After a moment of clenching his fists around his hair, VAVA took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes again. He stared straight down at the floor, trying to focus on something to calm his mind down. This was strange; almost like being reborn or something. He tried to look over to Bulma, but he couldn't. Physically, he was unable to; he had to keep focus down on the ground. He breathed again, trying to spit out words, anything. ".....D-d.... d-different." He managed, breathing in again. "....I feel different. It.. I... I don't feel... the..." He finally regained some form of control, sighing deeply. "...I don't feel it. Either.. the virus or the error. It's..." He paused, almost unbelieving that he could say what he was about to say and it be truthful, "...It's gone."
Bulma observed him carefully, holding her breath as he spoke. This was the only procedure she'd performed on a conscious, responsive machine in a while, and certainly the first she'd ever tried on someone she thought of as a friend. Her heart was pounding, but she wouldn't admit to her own nervousness, and instead remained grasping at her notes until he replied. ".. Oh--!" A sigh of relief escaped her, and she tossed her notes, throwing her arms up. "Gosh, you had me really worried for a second, VAVA!" Bulma broke into a satisfied laughter, setting her hands onto her hips. "The Number One Girl Genius of Discedo and the World has pulled through again! Oh, man, how do I do it? I know! I'm brilliant!" She continued to laugh, and hurried to his front to face him, beaming. "Are you really okay? Do you need to sit down? This is great, VAVA! Wait until I tell Bit, I-- oh my gosh, this is really, really great!" She raised her arms again, but instead moved to clasp her hands around his--they were much, much larger, and, of course, sort of, totally not human--grinning widely. "What do you think? Are you gonna be running alright, now?"
VAVA breathed deeply again, and though his programming was still experiencing some minor hiccups, it would only be a matter of time before it would settle down. He finally looked up at Bulma, staggering a bit in place. "Ah..ahahaha.." He laughed at her flailing around and proclaiming herself as a masterful genius and the sound was actually relaxed, something that surprised VAVA quite a bit. He nodded at her carefully, a small smile curling at his lips, "Yes.. I'm fine, hahaha.. I'm.. I'm fine." However, the smile dissipated briefly as Bulma clasped her hands around his. He stared down at them--they really were tiny--and he, carefully, gingerly, clasped his hands back around hers. He grinned. "Thank you. I think I'll be just fine after some rest... But... thank you."
She all but squealed, nodding and grinning widely up at him. The feeling of another accomplishment and VAVA's cure had her in an incredibly good mood, and she really did need it. After the month she had to go through previously--after what she wouldn't admit was more than likely heartbreak--Bulma needed it. She kept her hands in VAVA's grasp for a few more moments, before shaking his hands in hers and spinning around to find her communicator. "I'm going to tell everyone the good news! Hey--you take it easy for a while, okay? We can celebrate tonight with--something, I don't know, but we should totally celebrate!"
VAVA laughed again as she squealed--really, when was the last time he laughed like that?--and allowed her to shake his hands up and down until she finally let him go. He scratched at his neck, unable to help another dumb smile from coming up on his lips. Was this what it felt like to be a functional Reploid? He kind of liked it. But, at the same time, it made him a little upset that he hadn't felt like this before. Well, whatever. It was fixed now, right? He could make up for lost time somehow! He watched her grab her own communicator, and listened to her words. He nodded slightly; a celebration sounded nice, so long as it wasn't too extravagant. The last time he could remember celebrating anything was waaaay back, when he was a Hunter. It seemed like a good idea. "...I suppose that'd be good. I'd like that."
She looked back to him, her eyes suddenly taking on a new kind of shine. "Mm! Just you, me, Bit, and your bourbon. Yeah? Yeah?" Bulma had spoken a little too quickly, but she wasn't above a passing mention. Sitting back onto a toolbox, she crossed her legs and opened up her frequency, but didn't start to type. Her eyes were focused on him; waiting, waiting, waiting.
VAVA blinked at Bulma and her sudden suggestion, but soon fell back into that strange smile, "...haha. I suppose I could arrange that. I guess you deserve some sort of payment for all you've done for me.." He spoke dryly, reaching down to grab his helmet off the floor.
Bulma's eyes went wide with glee, and she balled up her fists with excitement. "Ahh! Awesome!" she exclaimed, her legs pulling up toward her while she giggled. "Okay, okay, so let me know when, alright? This is gonna be great!" She stretched her arms out, then sat back, mirroring his smile and heaving a final sigh. "I'm really glad that you're better, VAVA."
VAVA smiled again and hefted the helmet up, hoisting it under his arm again. "All right, I'll let you know..." He stood there for a moment, sighing again. "This feels... strange, but.. I think I can learn to get used to it." He grinned, lifting the helmet up with two hands and pulling it down over his head again. He clicked it into place and reached back to reconnect the Front Runner to his neck. He paused, looking over at Bulma. "...Mmn.. I'm glad, too. Thank you, Bulma."
She paused in her effort to type, watching him fix his helmet into place. She was relieved, and reclined back in her spot to ease her muscles, setting her communicator down into her lap and offering him a warm smile. He had managed to work his way onto her mental People-Who-Aren't-Lame list, and she was glad that she had managed to help him. "Yeah. No problem, VAVA."
mufufu] and Bulma [notpanties]Where: The mechanics' garage.
When: After this log and somewhat during this post.
Rating: PG? VAVA's fussy through some of it, but nothing big.
Summary: Bulma finally figures out how to remove VAVA's error and the virus from his programming. Expect awkwardness and random fluff what.
the log:
The mechanics' meeting had gone well enough by VAVA's standards, and while the thought of having such trouble making something so simple made him a bit frustrated, VAVA was in a good mood. Well, as good as it could be; he was vaguely nervous about having Bulma look into his brain again, and he was not expecting anything extremely good to come of this session. He had long lost his optimism for removing the virus from his brain, but if the error he had been built with was fixed at the very least, VAVA figured it would at least offset the virus's more extreme reactions. That would be enough for him; to be able to function properly for once. He had made his way over to the garage with no real rush in his pace, but he wasn't taking his time, either. He was unpleasantly nervous, but slightly excited at the same time. It was hard to deal with; the error didn't process his emotions properly, and it would be plain on his face as soon as he stepped into the garage and removed his helmet. He wasn't used to having it off, but he was slowly becoming a bit more accustomed to it as the days passed. Having Bit around him a lot of the time seemed to help. "...." He looked around for Bulma, the helmet secured under his arm.
Bulma was tinkering away with a small, round device, picking it apart with a worn screwdriver. She hadn't had a lot of free time, and the little time she did have to herself was usually spent keeping busy. It was the best way to keep her thoughts from wandering--and to keep her emotions in tact. Not that it helped much, but she hadn't thrown an incredibly dramatic fit for a day or so. The remnants of her last fit lay in a garage can; old blueprints thrown away in frustration. In the corner of the garage, not far from her, rested a large motorcycle, the outer casing opened to reveal a new engine. It's shine contrasted the old paint and small dents in the body. VAVA's entrance didn't go unnoticed, though, as Bulma sat back and looked over her shoulder when he made his way into the garage. "Hey!" she greeted him, standing up and leaving the device--her dragon radar--open on an old chair. She stood up, walking toward him and resting her thumbs into the belt loops on her shorts. "How are you feeling? Are you ready?"
VAVA noticed that Bulma had been working on something already when he walked in and for the briefest of moments, he considered leaving her to do just that. But, his pride wouldn't allow for that. He grunted at her, looking around the garage with mild interest. "....I'm all right, I guess. And yes, I am." He said as calmly as he could manage. He shifted the helmet in his arm a bit, reaching back with his free hand to unplug the wires from his neck that led to the Front Runner secured on his shoulder. Preparations, perhaps. "Hn.. What is it you've discovered? A way to suppress the error, I'm assuming?" If she had told him of her supposed plans beforehand, he had either forgotten or his nervousness was causing him to make small talk. Whatever the case, he was still genuinely curious as to what she planned to do today. It had better be something worth having him open his skull again; the thought of having anyone but himself work on his brain was still a new and uneasy one for him. He stepped further into the garage, looking around. "Where should I sit?"
"Oh, yeah, totally," she responded, pulling her hands back and brandishing a pair of old gloves from her back pocket. Slipping them on, she grinned up at him. "I'm pretty sure I've got just the key to solving your problem. It's gonna take a while, but I think we can really make some progress tonight!" Bulma moved past him, heading toward another end of the garage and gathering up a notebook and a toolbox. "Anywhere is fine, really! There aren't too many good chairs here, but if you want to make due with some toolboxes, we've got a few laying around!" Flipping open the old notebook, she took a moment to review the contents. Detailed notes and blueprints on both VAVA and Bit's general builds littered the pages, comparison charts side-by-side. The entire process wouldn't be too hard, but doing it before VAVA had time to oppose would be tricky. Still, she had her own ideas, and set the notebook out of his sight. "Hey," she said, offering him a reassuring smile. "Relax, okay? Remember, you're being operated on my the smartest girl in Discedo. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you!" On purpose, at least.
"Hn.." Bulma's casual way of talking was oddly calming for VAVA; in a way, it reminded him of how Bit or Linda would talk, only.. a little different. It was hard to pinpoint; any casual way of speaking automatically reminded VAVA of Bit, so it was hard to place the exact differences as he didn't really notice them. In any case, Bulma's words managed to make VAVA calm down for the time being and he nodded at her. "Mmn.. good." With that, VAVA opted to sit down a ways in to the garage, plopping himself down on the floor. Sitting in a chair would probably be a stupid move; he probably weighed enough to break one if he sat down on it. He looked around the garage a little more, taking notice of the bike, but he didn't say anything about it quite yet. He set his helmet down in front of him and sighed, looking back at Bulma as she fidgeted with.. something. "...Mmn...I suppose. It's just been a long time since I've had a human work on my programming." 'A long time,' meaning, 'decades,' but VAVA wasn't about to tell her that.
"Well, this human has been working on robots and automotives since she could pick up a screwdriver!" Bulma made her way toward him, moving to set up behind him. She really could't operate on VAVA while facing him; unlike most robots, VAVA had the ability to watch her and talk to her before she proceeded, and she didn't want to have to look her friend in the eye when she eventually did what she had to. "Don't worry. I've got everything planned out, so sit back." Bulma gave pause, momentarily, completely ready to start her work. Her gaze seemed to soften, and she asked, "Ready, then?"
"Mmn.. I suppose that's reassuring.." VAVA was a bit out of it, to be honest; the anxiety was eating away at his mind, but physically, he was drained as well. The virus had had a brief, but intense, spurt before he arrived to the garage and the moment he sat down, VAVA wondered if he'd be able to get back up again. He supposed that was all right, considering he wasn't meant to do much movement now, anyway. He grunted as Bulma stepped around and then behind him--he trusted her, but it still made him somewhat nervous--and he breathed harshly through his nose. After a moment, he nodded slightly. "...mmn. I'm ready."
She gave a nod, and went to work--taking him apart was easy enough. She'd done it once before, and learned her way around the inner workings of he and Bit's build far more quickly than any average human could. She worked silently (a rarity for her, of course) and precisely, relying on three thing tools to do the job. Pulling the notebook open once more, Bulma rested it on her lap and took in a single breath. The blueprints were perfect. Bit's make wasn't a simple one, but Bulma knew just what she needed to re-wire and remove from VAVA to fix the problem. Her only challenge was doing it before VAVA realized what was happening. He was still under the impression that she was just checking for errors, after all. "Alright," she whispered under her breath, sitting back and lowering her tools. It was now or never, and she had to do it fast enough so that he wouldn't have time to react. "VAVA? Where's your communicator? There's something I need to see."
VAVA sighed deeply; even though she was supposed to check up on his error, it was still a nerve-wracking procedure. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, his fingers kneading at the edge of his helmet as he sat upright. He could hear her shuffling something around, but he figured it was something like notes she had taken down from the last time she had checked him out and so he paid no mind to it, or her odd silence. As she finally spoke up, VAVA's eyes opened slightly. His communicator? Why would she need it? He frowned slightly, shifting forward to click a compartment open on the armor of his left arm. Inside was the communicator, wedged between a few tools of his own and some suspicious looking circular objects: high powered electric grenades. He shifted and pulled the communicator out and reached behind him to hand it to her. "Here. What is it you need to see?"
"Just have to compare something! In fact, it's just--" But her hands were working faster than her words, and her sentence cut short as she pulled a single wire and clicked a small linking plug into place. She was lucky that VAVA had these tools already at her disposal. Getting him out of his own body for this would have been much, much more painful for the both of them. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she moved back just a little, clenching the radio as the data transmitted. Bulma bit her bottom lip, looking from her work to the communicator. She'd gone through the procedure so fast that she was sure something had screwed up, but to reassure herself, she spoke. ".. Hey, V-VAVA?"
As VAVA sat in wait for her to explain herself, his thoughts started to drift. Or rather, that's what it felt like. Before he could properly react--or perhaps set up the proper defensive program to prevent it from happening--he felt as though he was being sucked through something. His eyes widened impossibly and he tensed sharply, a twitch shuddering through his body. But, as quickly as that came, it went, and his body was limp, slumped slightly forward. But, he wasn't asleep. In fact, he was rather wide awake. But, disoriented. He tried to see, to move, but he couldn't. He couldn't do much of anything, actually. He felt cramped, squished, and everything sounded so amplified and loud, he wasn't sure what was going on. Frantically, his voice broke through the silence, "Bulma?! What's going on?!"
"Calm down!" She responded almost immediately, more for herself than him. The transfer really did scare her, but she wouldn't admit it. In fact, she was pretty irritated at herself or even trying such a thing, given how much VAVA's programming and the outdated technology in Discedo differed. But it worked, and he was fine, which eased her nerves immediately. "I had to transfer you out of your body. This, uh--well, Bit and I were talking.." She seemed to mull over the right phrasing, but in the end, she decided to be blunt. "I'm going to get rid of this virus today, VAVA. And I couldn't risk having you in here while I did that!" She nodded at her own words, feeling that she had justified them enough. After all, were she to make a mistake with VAVA's programming still inside of his body, he could have been even worse off in the end. "Just stay put for a little while, okay?"
VAVA hated this already. It was cramped and uncomfortable and he couldn't do anything. He couldn't see--though he supposed if he tried hard enough, he could implement the communicator's video feature for that--he couldn't feel anything, he couldn't move. It reminded him too much of the after effects of being dead; being an abstract existence rather than physically tangible. It honestly scared him, though he wasn't about to admit that to anyone, not even himself. He growled, trying to do something--anything--to make the cramped area more tolerable. He tried to listen to Bulma--who knows what explanation she had for this--and as he did, he fell silent for a moment. "...... you and... Bit??" He questioned, his voice riddled with static. What the hell? Bit was in on this?? But... .... as Bulma continued to speak, it all seemed to fall into place. The virus.. Bit was immune to it. VAVA was at a loss for words.
"Well, yeah. Bit and I kind of tossed ideas around about this, because we wanted you to get better." Her voice had returned to it's usual tone, light commotion stirring up as she worked. She was really thankful that Bit's make didn't include any new installations; she had no means of doing any of that. The key would be manual wiring and tweaking of his hardware, which, if she was careful, would take her just under an hour. She imagined, momentarily, that this was what a surgeon would feel like. She wasn't just working on a robot, after all. VAVA was her friend, and before she even touched him minutes before, she had been nervous. All of the butterflies and fear had quickly dissolved when she started her work, though. When Bulma worked on a project, her mind was set on one goal, and she'd let nothing get in the way of that. It helped, really. If she went through this worrying about her next move, she would have gotten nowhere, fast. She fell silent once more, stopping only to change her tools and look over her notes.
NOTES FOR COHERENCY AND CONTINUITY:
the third seat: [ OKAY so, how do you want to do this? just skip to after she's done? ]
ride the kintoun: (Yuuuuuuup! <3 Want me to just, uh.. continue until she's done?
the third seat: [ sure, if you'd like :O not sure what else VAVA can do other than stew XD ]
ride the kintoun: (okie! <3 I'll make mention of his RAAEEGG!post?
the third seat: [ sure! :D ]
The hour didn't seem to exist at all. Sure, there was a certain amount of time where she talked to VAVA as he rampaged on his communicator, but aside from that, Bulma's attention was concentrated on the matter at hand. The work itself was tedious, but it was worth it to help VAVA out. "Almost done," she finally said, after one of the longest periods of silence she'd first arrived. "I'll transfer you back in a second and close up, okay? Sit tight!" Going over a quick, final checklist, Bulma surveyed her work, and gave a nod. "Good. Now.." she pulled the wire that she had used to transfer him originally, and connected his communicator to his hard drive with it. "Alrighty. One second.."
VAVA had been raging on and off over the communicator for the past hour, screaming at Bit and screaming at Bulma and screaming at whoever else managed to talk to him during that point. He was getting claustrophobic and if he had to be in that damn communicator for one more second... But, then Bulma said she was done. About time! Not that he really had a right to complain, but given the sudden switch without warning, he was a tad miffed. And, to be honest, he really wasn't expecting her to be done so quickly and have gotten both the virus removed and his error fixed, but he would have to just see for himself. As she transferred his consciousness back into his body, VAVA felt relief wash over him. Ah, much be--wait. What was this? His eyes snapped open the second the transfer was done and he grunted, the sound almost pained. He shook for a moment, gritting his teeth and reaching up to press his hands against his head. He winced, eyes shutting again and he groaned. "T-th.. w-what... I don't.." He couldn't figure out what was wrong. It felt so different, but it didn't feel wrong. "H-haa..." He gasped, unable to formulate words properly.
Bulma's eyes went wide, and she stepped back, picking up her notes to review them. "Is--I did everything right, didn't I? No, I know it was right. I totally have this ugly cut on my finger to prove it, so, uh--" she looked up to him, biting at the corner of her bottom lip and frowning. ".. How do you feel?"
After a moment of clenching his fists around his hair, VAVA took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes again. He stared straight down at the floor, trying to focus on something to calm his mind down. This was strange; almost like being reborn or something. He tried to look over to Bulma, but he couldn't. Physically, he was unable to; he had to keep focus down on the ground. He breathed again, trying to spit out words, anything. ".....D-d.... d-different." He managed, breathing in again. "....I feel different. It.. I... I don't feel... the..." He finally regained some form of control, sighing deeply. "...I don't feel it. Either.. the virus or the error. It's..." He paused, almost unbelieving that he could say what he was about to say and it be truthful, "...It's gone."
Bulma observed him carefully, holding her breath as he spoke. This was the only procedure she'd performed on a conscious, responsive machine in a while, and certainly the first she'd ever tried on someone she thought of as a friend. Her heart was pounding, but she wouldn't admit to her own nervousness, and instead remained grasping at her notes until he replied. ".. Oh--!" A sigh of relief escaped her, and she tossed her notes, throwing her arms up. "Gosh, you had me really worried for a second, VAVA!" Bulma broke into a satisfied laughter, setting her hands onto her hips. "The Number One Girl Genius of Discedo and the World has pulled through again! Oh, man, how do I do it? I know! I'm brilliant!" She continued to laugh, and hurried to his front to face him, beaming. "Are you really okay? Do you need to sit down? This is great, VAVA! Wait until I tell Bit, I-- oh my gosh, this is really, really great!" She raised her arms again, but instead moved to clasp her hands around his--they were much, much larger, and, of course, sort of, totally not human--grinning widely. "What do you think? Are you gonna be running alright, now?"
VAVA breathed deeply again, and though his programming was still experiencing some minor hiccups, it would only be a matter of time before it would settle down. He finally looked up at Bulma, staggering a bit in place. "Ah..ahahaha.." He laughed at her flailing around and proclaiming herself as a masterful genius and the sound was actually relaxed, something that surprised VAVA quite a bit. He nodded at her carefully, a small smile curling at his lips, "Yes.. I'm fine, hahaha.. I'm.. I'm fine." However, the smile dissipated briefly as Bulma clasped her hands around his. He stared down at them--they really were tiny--and he, carefully, gingerly, clasped his hands back around hers. He grinned. "Thank you. I think I'll be just fine after some rest... But... thank you."
She all but squealed, nodding and grinning widely up at him. The feeling of another accomplishment and VAVA's cure had her in an incredibly good mood, and she really did need it. After the month she had to go through previously--after what she wouldn't admit was more than likely heartbreak--Bulma needed it. She kept her hands in VAVA's grasp for a few more moments, before shaking his hands in hers and spinning around to find her communicator. "I'm going to tell everyone the good news! Hey--you take it easy for a while, okay? We can celebrate tonight with--something, I don't know, but we should totally celebrate!"
VAVA laughed again as she squealed--really, when was the last time he laughed like that?--and allowed her to shake his hands up and down until she finally let him go. He scratched at his neck, unable to help another dumb smile from coming up on his lips. Was this what it felt like to be a functional Reploid? He kind of liked it. But, at the same time, it made him a little upset that he hadn't felt like this before. Well, whatever. It was fixed now, right? He could make up for lost time somehow! He watched her grab her own communicator, and listened to her words. He nodded slightly; a celebration sounded nice, so long as it wasn't too extravagant. The last time he could remember celebrating anything was waaaay back, when he was a Hunter. It seemed like a good idea. "...I suppose that'd be good. I'd like that."
She looked back to him, her eyes suddenly taking on a new kind of shine. "Mm! Just you, me, Bit, and your bourbon. Yeah? Yeah?" Bulma had spoken a little too quickly, but she wasn't above a passing mention. Sitting back onto a toolbox, she crossed her legs and opened up her frequency, but didn't start to type. Her eyes were focused on him; waiting, waiting, waiting.
VAVA blinked at Bulma and her sudden suggestion, but soon fell back into that strange smile, "...haha. I suppose I could arrange that. I guess you deserve some sort of payment for all you've done for me.." He spoke dryly, reaching down to grab his helmet off the floor.
Bulma's eyes went wide with glee, and she balled up her fists with excitement. "Ahh! Awesome!" she exclaimed, her legs pulling up toward her while she giggled. "Okay, okay, so let me know when, alright? This is gonna be great!" She stretched her arms out, then sat back, mirroring his smile and heaving a final sigh. "I'm really glad that you're better, VAVA."
VAVA smiled again and hefted the helmet up, hoisting it under his arm again. "All right, I'll let you know..." He stood there for a moment, sighing again. "This feels... strange, but.. I think I can learn to get used to it." He grinned, lifting the helmet up with two hands and pulling it down over his head again. He clicked it into place and reached back to reconnect the Front Runner to his neck. He paused, looking over at Bulma. "...Mmn.. I'm glad, too. Thank you, Bulma."
She paused in her effort to type, watching him fix his helmet into place. She was relieved, and reclined back in her spot to ease her muscles, setting her communicator down into her lap and offering him a warm smile. He had managed to work his way onto her mental People-Who-Aren't-Lame list, and she was glad that she had managed to help him. "Yeah. No problem, VAVA."