Rabbit ☸ Electricity is in my Soul
Who: Rabbit & The Spine
What: A reunion between brothers
Where: One of the many parks where Rabbit frequently busks
When: Tuesday, Nov. 6th.
Rating: PG-13 for maybe language, but I don't suspect decapitated heads or naked women to fly on by. Yet.
It had been four weeks exactly since his own arrival into the city of Mandalus, but Rabbit had only found himself adjusting to the change of location within the last handful of days. That wasn't to say he still didn't allow his whiiiirrring thoughts to drift back to the family and friends he had unwillingly left behind, spending a hundred and sixteen years together straight did provide some difficulty when it came to forgetting them completely, but the mechanical man was actually attempting to throw himself into his new life in Mandalus, allowing himself to get out and finally make a few close friends. All human, surprisingly, but there didn't seem to be much else available outside of Stark Tower.
And his busking act? It had finally lost most of those awkward, lingering pauses it had once held where Rabbit unknowingly was waiting for either of his brothers to jump in with their own (lame) jokes or comebacks. Now the bits came smoothly and without interruption, the comedic moments between songs flowing as if there hadn't ever been more than one automaton on the stage at a time.
So it was only natural that the robot was performing to near perfect levels on today of all days as he clanked from here to there in front of his audience, gears clicking in that familiar tick-tock rhythm, hydraulics hissing as hot steam shot out from the antique vents that were his cheeks.
"My name is Rabbit," came the usual spiel as the copper automaton's head jerked to the side with a painful creak. Whether it was an honest malfunction or just something he was doing for the performance itself was up for debate, but Rabbit wasted no time in snapping it back into place and stuttering on. "An' I was b-b-built back in 1896. You-you-you know! Back when it was still illegal for women t' read and write. An' all of the men dressed like Mister Peanut! I'm like a-a-a priceless antique." The pause that came next was purely for the audience to get out their giggles before he smoothly slipped into the next segment.
What: A reunion between brothers
Where: One of the many parks where Rabbit frequently busks
When: Tuesday, Nov. 6th.
Rating: PG-13 for maybe language, but I don't suspect decapitated heads or naked women to fly on by. Yet.
It had been four weeks exactly since his own arrival into the city of Mandalus, but Rabbit had only found himself adjusting to the change of location within the last handful of days. That wasn't to say he still didn't allow his whiiiirrring thoughts to drift back to the family and friends he had unwillingly left behind, spending a hundred and sixteen years together straight did provide some difficulty when it came to forgetting them completely, but the mechanical man was actually attempting to throw himself into his new life in Mandalus, allowing himself to get out and finally make a few close friends. All human, surprisingly, but there didn't seem to be much else available outside of Stark Tower.
And his busking act? It had finally lost most of those awkward, lingering pauses it had once held where Rabbit unknowingly was waiting for either of his brothers to jump in with their own (lame) jokes or comebacks. Now the bits came smoothly and without interruption, the comedic moments between songs flowing as if there hadn't ever been more than one automaton on the stage at a time.
So it was only natural that the robot was performing to near perfect levels on today of all days as he clanked from here to there in front of his audience, gears clicking in that familiar tick-tock rhythm, hydraulics hissing as hot steam shot out from the antique vents that were his cheeks.
"My name is Rabbit," came the usual spiel as the copper automaton's head jerked to the side with a painful creak. Whether it was an honest malfunction or just something he was doing for the performance itself was up for debate, but Rabbit wasted no time in snapping it back into place and stuttering on. "An' I was b-b-built back in 1896. You-you-you know! Back when it was still illegal for women t' read and write. An' all of the men dressed like Mister Peanut! I'm like a-a-a priceless antique." The pause that came next was purely for the audience to get out their giggles before he smoothly slipped into the next segment.