doceggman is now following you.
"I’ve been looking for you, Baldy McNosehair!" Sonic frowned and clenched his fist at the sight of the doctor.
"Oh, looking for me?” Eggman flashed his ever-familiar toothy grin whilst leaning forward in the Egg-Mobile. It was Sonic, alright, and he seemed to be alone. “Pray tell, my imbecilic little blue friend, what have I done this time hm?
Did I not pay my taxes, perhaps? Or perhaps I forgot to tip my waiter?”
Half-way finished the drink already… God, Ivo drank so quickly. Normally Finitevus would tide over with one or two drinks and call it a night. Fehh… he was such a lightweight— already feeling that warm headed-ness. “Shut up. You’re drunk.” he muttered.
"By my own logic, yes, I should be useless. I am not contributing to a greater good nor am I making an effort in my zone. I’m here, drinking in a completely different zone doing nothing at all." Another drink. Eugh, the egg left a bad taste… "Kill the hedgehog and every problem you’ve ever had would be gone, I’ll telling you."
“Don’t you get emotional on me either, I’ll leave.” Another sip; nearly done his first drink. “Last I saw him was him playing with a few egg pawns. He didn’t seem different from his- usual self. But then again, I didn’t stay around very long to monitor him for very long.”
Bwehh… it was pleasantly warm.
Finitevus leaving? That sounded like a threat. So naturally Ivo had to push his luck. “You think this is the booze talking, don’t you?” The doctor raised his head enough to remove his glasses with little complication, wobbling upright in some hopes of coming off as more serious. “Finitevus. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I mean any of this any less simply because a few drinks have loosened my tongue.
Anyways. You’re just being stubborn, as you always are.” He had smiled faintly before pivoting the chair back around to the counter, where sat an empty glass. The worst part of this was he didn’t even remember drinking that one. “…Cubot seems to be acting normally. Thankfully the wavelengths he had been using were saved, so those are decr… Decrypting. Should be done by morning. Then… we can take the strike to G.U.N when we go to their ball. That’ll show them to be… social. ...I think I’m well enough to sleep in my own bed tonight.”
Finitevus swirled the contents around idly, glancing back to Ivo everyso often to keep track of exactly how many he was chugging down. To say he had gone past the ‘too many’ mark was a little past due— Ivo looked like he was just getting started too. Finitevus braved another drink, squirming in his seat as he realized a moment too late that he had drank too much in one go. This stuff burned-!
”… hm,” It was unclear, at the point, whether it was the alcohol or the compliment that made his face flush. The journal interested his glance however, sliding the book closer to himself to take a proper look at the cover. Hm. Worn, faded at most corners, regularly used it seemed. It looked familiar too.
“Salvage?” he scoffed, “Ivo you realize you cannot salvage something that is already useless. That would be redundant. I still say you are going about this at needlessly difficult angles.”
"By giving the useless a purpose." Another chug, another glass. Ivo’s speeds had begun to pick up, as had the oh-so familiar warmth washing over every particle of his being. He had poured another moments after finishing the last, this time not rushing to slam it down so much as stare at the glass’ contents thoughtfully.
"Had you seen the organic component to my military, you would see. Everything can be given some sort of purpose, it merely takes effort. Take you, for example. By your own logic, you should be useless correct? You fulfilled your purpose, you supposedly have nothing left." He paused briefly to take another drink. "But you’re not. At least you aren’t to me. I wouldn’t likely be in the same place I am now had it not been for you, and I will admit I would have a very hard time letting you go. You’re invaluable. It’s all a matter of perspective.
Even Sonic has some purpose, although idiotic and misguided it may be. It comes down to perspective, and it always shall depend on how you choose to see things.” Eggman sat the glass down, his head followed not long after. He was laying his head on his arm, still staring at the side of the glass as though it would allow him to have all the answers in the world. In truth he had only been observing the distorted image of Finitevus that had reflected through to the other side.
"…Oh. Speaking of useless. Where’s Cubot? Has he shown any more unfortunate… quirks?"
"Well, we all hope you can make it, Doc." Ralph chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. "Yeah. It was a pretty big deal. Lots of twists and turns, y’know? Guess I’m just happy bein’ me."
Eggman’s smile had widened considerably as he had crossed his arms; it was no doubt Ralph was a changed man. It was something to be proud of in a way. “You’ve come a long way since the day you walked into that Bad-Anon meeting, Ralph. One moment we’re all worried you had gone Turbo, then the next you’re walking out of Sugar Rush as a savior of an entire machine. Not many can say they accomplished the same.” …Much less himself. He couldn’t help but to admit there was some level of jealousy, but this was Ralph. If anyone had deserved it Ivo was nearly certain there was no one better.
"After the next meeting we should all go to Tapper’s. My treat, as a bit of a late congratulations."
"Hey there, Doc. Haven’t seen you since Bad-Anon." Ralph nodded his head in acknowledgement.
The doctor couldn’t help but to crack a smile. Last he heard, Ralph had made something of a name for himself. “Good evening Ralph. I haven’t been in attendance as of late. Conflicting schedules, I’m afraid.”
"Ah, no worries!" The large man smiled at his fellow bad guy. "How’ve you been?"
"Busy." The doctor said flatly, just barely hiding the regret in his tone. "As you can imagine, I’ve been very very preoccupied tending to one matter or another. I very much hope to attend the next Bad-Anon regardless. And what of yourself, the proclaimed ‘Hero of the Arcade’? Quite the adventure you had in that hunt for a medal eh?"
"Hey there, Doc. Haven’t seen you since Bad-Anon." Ralph nodded his head in acknowledgement.
The doctor couldn’t help but to crack a smile. Last he heard, Ralph had made something of a name for himself in some sort of children’s racing game. What was it, Sugar mush…? Bah. That wasn’t important. “Good evening Ralph. I haven’t been in attendance as of late. Conflicting schedules, I’m afraid.”
“My kin have never-” he stopped himself, biting at his cheek. He just didn’t want to drink this. It had to be some level of unsanitary; even with the alcohol.
Finitevus pinched his snout and took a deep gulp of his glasses’ contents, making a soured face in response. “ppthtf—” he sputtered, swallowing blearily. “I— don’t see the appeal. The heavier nonsense never really agreed with me.” He’d keep holding onto his drink anyways. With how this conversation was going, he was going to need it.
Finitevus sighed, rubbing at his diamond marking carefully. “… There is no progress. I cannot live in a world which refuses to improve and instead bury themselves in their own comfort zone. All they did was take up room, contributed to nothing. Creatures who have run out of their function are literally useless.”
Another sip at his drink, although a lot smaller than the first. It stung his throat. “Egh- My zone is better off without such a plague hovering over its head anyways.” He paused. “… I’ve been watching the inhabitants of this zone for awhile now you know. And although it’s not my place to say, they are nearly the same as my own.” A snort. “Less gloomy however. Happy. Brighter. But no less stupid.”
"That’s where I come in. A guiding hand, if you will." Another swig. He hadn’t yet begun to feel the effects of these drinks, but he was damn near certain he would feel the kick in a moment or so. It was the fleeting final moments of clear-headed sobriety. "Sonic is a protector of the old world. No matter where you go, war is what always brings change. Sometimes people don’t even know they should be fighting, instead they shroud themselves in ignorance." He reached inside his jacket, carefully pulling out an old tattered leather-bound journal. He was certain Finitevus had seen it in passing, but he was never certain if he actually read it himself.
"This is my drive. My grandfather had shown me there was a need for change. He once had the very same thoughts you did when you cleansed your own zone, shortly after Maria was killed, he saw humanity as a lost cause. For a small time I agreed." Another swig quickly became a strong chug. Now he had remembered why he chose to go without drinking for so long.
"Finitevus, I will never say this while completely sober. But you’re brilliant." He paused, sliding the journal closer. "I simply feel there’s still something to salvage from this mess. To be the last living person on this planet would be maddening, just murdering them all would be the easy way out. My empire would purge out the filth and give the world renewed purpose.
Unfortunately, as long the hedgehog remains a problem, my empire can’t rise. Perhaps to you my efforts seem like a fool’s game, but if you read that journal I can guarantee you would see some things differently.”
Finitevus blinked. “… You’re not seriou-” Yes he was, apparently. There the egg went, right into the drink.
"I am sure they are wonderfully delectable," he stared into his drink, sniffing at it before huffing back in respone. "… … It’s just- strange considering my kin lay eggs." Not like he cared about moral issues like these anyways— but that didn’t change the fact that Ivo’s tastes were goddamned weird. An EGG of all things…
"My views," he thought about this for a moment, still staring down at the yolk. "My views don’t matter in this zone so it’s pointless. The- Ivo do you really expect me to drink this?”
He nodded with a smile, sipping from his own drink. Ivo sat the glass back down with a satisfied sigh, leaning onto the counter to support himself. It meant less effort in keeping all of his broken limbs supported on their own.
"Since when have your kin had any part in your decisions? You’re a cannibal. You’d likely eat your own kin and enjoy it without a second thought, let alone their eggs." He took another sip as he had hunched over the bar, angled in such a way that his body was still mostly facing Finitevus but also so that he could easily take a drink with little additional effort. It wasn’t long before he had finished his glass, going on to pour yet another.
"Finitevus, it doesn’t matter where you are. Your zone, my zone, Mars… I would still have my same views no matter where I go. Sure I may not impose them upon every world I come across, as that would be a colossal waste of time." - If he came poorly prepared. Colonization was on his future to-do list after all.
”- But surely you have worldviews and opinions regardless of your location. There is no weakness in having a clear set of beliefs.”
Finitevus chuffed, reluctantly revealing himself. “You’re a stubborn stain you know,” he stated bluntly. “I told you to stay in the med bay. But I suppose it’s my fault for thinking you would listen to me.” the smaller one muttered, making his way over to the stool beside the other.
"And what would ‘your fill’ be considered as?" he frowned, squinting at a gently used jack daniels.
"Simple." Replied the doctor, smiling as cheerily as ever. He pulled over a glass with his good hand, stopping it in front of the echidna to top it over with some sort of alcoholic beverage or other before carefully finishing it with ice - The fluid was difficult to identify for the simple fact the bottle was seemingly unlabeled. He then did the same for himself, repeating the routine step by step in nearly the same fashion, save of course for the egg he had pulled from beside himself. "Eggs are good for you, you know. A lot of nutrients are lost in the process of cooking them." He turned the egg over in his hand before turning to Finitevus, raising a brow. "It’s an acquired taste to most. People are so terrified of illness or trying anything new, they never give it a chance. Of course that’s just how people are."
He cracked the egg, letting the contents drop into his glass. “So unwilling to step out of their comfort zone. That sort of behavior is what holds this world back.”
…Speaking of holding the world back, he had remembered to overview his newer plans with Finitevus. Whether or not Finitevus approved of them didn’t matter, he just enjoyed the echidna’s company.
"What about you, what do you think? You rarely talk about your world views. Especially when it comes to others. It’s abundantly clear humanity has no desire to control themselves, god forbid enjoy any ‘freedoms’ their overlord nations provide."