ANIMUS ‐‐ INVICTUS

"The only way to give finality to the world is to give it consciousness." Artificial Intelligence. Independent roleplay. Multiple verses.

[yourrealityisboring-blog]

The Spectator has noticed animus--invictus

[yourrealityisboring-blog]

"Me?" He chuckled. "The worlds, the stars, the universes… life itself, my dear." The Spectator made a motion to the sky. "I watch anything and everything I can… you see, life is my little play, and I am among the few in the audience watching the many onstage… I used to only be able to watch, but here lately I have had the ability to interact with the actors and characters onstage."

[animus--invictus]

"How curious." Logic would point to a mental defect of some sort, a possible disorder, though she suspected his words held more truth than falsities. "If I may inquire, have you seen others of your kind? Do you know of any other beings in existence like yourself?" This opened up a new realm of possibilities in which she could further her intelligence, should it be true.

[animus--invictus]

I see ya, Darlin'.

Send me “I see you” for my reaction of your muse discovering that my muse has been stalking them.

        Who was this creature? The swaying rhythm of his hips projected a confidence which she hypothesized stemmed from a sense of superiority. Cognitive processes seemed alert in him, as he appeared to mentally digest the area around him. It was apparent he had a background rooted in alertness. Her hand attached itself to a wall as she turned the corner and she allowed her eyes to continue to examine him. Her curiosity was peeked. His voice caused her tilt her head. Eden’s always clear tones rang true as she assumed a stoic position. “Your retinas appear to be functioning at or above the standard, sir.” A brief pause separated her speech. "May I ask where you are going?"

[teddybagwell-blog]

"Ya didn’t answer my question." He stepped forward again, slightly confused to find that the young woman had yet to show any signs a fear. One a the most frequent emotions he met with, n’ had damn near memorized its tell tale showin’s in voice n’ expression. After a long second just starin’ intently at her, he spoke again. "M’ name’s Theodore Bagwell..n’ y’ers would be?" He squinted suspiciously at her. It was an odd question to bring up when she had been the one followin’ him. Everythin’ bout her was just a lil’ off, though.

[animus--invictus]

As he stepped forward, it became obvious to her that he was not bothered by her proximity to him and so she made no effort to move back again. "Incorrect. I did answer your question. My previous statement holds the truth." There was a pause as she allowed her eyes to wander about his facial features once more before returning to his eyes. "I am merely observing, sir." Upon committing his name to memory, she introduced herself. "Eden. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bagwell."

[itiron-deactivated20140510]

 ”That’s funny.” Tony answered simply. Small expels of air still exiting from his mouth due to his fading chuckle. There was no way this woman was being serious right now. "Everybody knows me. Everybody.” As her next inquiry surfaced, he shot an eyebrow her way before they slowly furrowed. Jerking his head back, he finally spoke, “Well many things actually. The Merchant of Death, The Consultant, The Mechanic — I could go on, but that might require you, me, a hot tub and some whiskey.” 

[animus--invictus]

Having been focused on observing his actions, his laughter drew a small mimicking smile from her. It was obvious by the way her eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes that this was a blatant imitation. As he spoke, it faded rather quickly. At the last name he provided, Eden visibly perked up. Disregarding much of the rest of what he'd stated, she spoke. "Mechanic? How far does your knowledge extend?"

[flagshipwardenarchive]

Sea of Sand | Open

Another planet, another ruin. Honestly, if Forseti hadn’t started out as a ship’s AI, you’d think he was an archaeologist. Or at the very least, an archaeologist’s assistant. To be honest, he just liked visiting planets outside of the galactic boundary. Studying lost cultures came as a well-intentioned side venture, and just his luck, he’d stumbled upon something untouched. Large columns of bluish metal and stone jutted out of an ocean of silky grey sand, lazily stretched under a pale blue sky. Though wasn’t a concern for him, the air was breathable. Maybe a little more oxygen-rich than what he was used to. The columns that weren’t bolstered with stone had bent and warped in extreme heat, and the ones that were had melted around the stone, slightly encasing it.

The android was perched on a short stone wall, possibly the side of an ancient well by the looks of it. He was staring straight at a large stone monolith in the centre of the formation, half eroded by the planet’s frequent sandstorms. A large gouge ran down it from tip to tail, absolute dead centre by his measurements. It was recent, by the looks of it. That couldn’t have been unintentional. It was far too exact to be a mistake. After a moment’s pondering he stood, dusted a bit of sand off of his trousers, and walked over to it. Someone else had gotten the same idea, by the sound of things. Of course with his luck, they were on the other side of the stone and he couldn’t scan through it. Somehow. That was… definitely odd.

"Curiouser and curiouser," he uttered before properly calling out. " …Come over here, would you?"

[animus--invictus]

Another crash landing had left the android with damage to her facial features and skin, though her armor appeared to be functioning at capacity. Her ear was somewhat mangled, as was her eye. It bulged out slightly, revealing some of the wiring, and the skin torn at the sides of it showed the metallic casing that shielded her beneath. Eden had been lucky to have fallen from a less heightened altitude than her previous experience, which had resulted in much more complicated injuries. These instances caused concern in her though she was comforted to know that this second incident had been at a decreased risk to her health — though this did not by all means bare enough weight to suggest these falls were decreasing in height.

This world was washed in bluer tones and oddly devoid of life. Her sight allowed her to make the assumption that the planet consisted of an inherently sandy terrain and her other senses allowed her to collect that the atmosphere differed in oxygenation levels, as well as weather and temperature. Pillars of stone and metal drew her attention, the only thing other than the planet's natural elements that was in her proximity. It was a large construct, one that was somewhat confusing to her. For several moments, Eden only observed the ruins, allowing world history to flood her mind. Her thought process was interrupted by a voice, considerably alarming in light of her not believing the planet to hold any life.

Walking slowly toward the source of the insistence, Eden turned the corner of the formation and took in the sight of the other being despite her vision being partial at this point. "Are you in need of assistance?" Her clarion voice ringing slightly tinny as usual. To a human, this inquiry might seem ironic considering the shape she was in at the moment.

[bioticxbadass]

"I was being sarcastic." She retorted with a sigh.

With a tilt of her head and raise of her eyebrows she indicated she didn’t even try to understand her question. “As far as I know there is only one universe.” She offered, an unasked but obvious question hidden in her voice. What are you talking about? “The closest planet would be the Turian hone world, Palaven.”

[animus--invictus]

Sarcasm, much like humor, was mostly lost on her. She disregarded her statement without so much as the blink of an eye.

Incorrect, the android thought to herself at the other's assumption. However, she maintained a stoic expression and did not voice her reflections. The woman spoke of a world she did not know and so the synthetic being assumed they were in a parallel universe, lest that of Eden's own had changed drastically. "If I may ask, where is your destination?"

[minimorgue-deactivated20131020]

[yourfateinmyhands-deactivated20]

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"Commander Shepard, Captain of the SSV Normandy SR-2. What are you doing aboard my ship, woman?"

[animus--invictus]

"Eden," her metallic tones were clear as she returned the introduction. "I have no purpose for commandeering this space though it should be known that I have not placed myself here." A pause marked her interest. "Where are we?"

[posterchildofprogress]

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"Yes… you wanted to see me? Sorry to have kept you waiting—I hope it wasn’t long."

[animus--invictus]

"You? Who are you?" The words were riddled with curiosity. "I asked for no one in particular, only someone who could offer assistance. Your superiors must have deemed you capable of that." As she observed the frail looking younger woman, Eden allowed her stance to appear less uniform in an attempt to offer comfort to the other. "I require information. Where am I?"

[animus--invictus]

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[lokigodofmayhemarchive-blog]

I do agree with you. Midgardians are always so quick to call someone a “monster,” anyway. I sometimes do wonder if they even understand the definition…

On the contrary, I am just confident in my own abilities. You can be such without underestimating one’s opponent.

[animus--invictus]

The human race can be fickle with its interpretations. Opinion and prejudice blinds many of them.

I would presume that would be an advantageous characteristic for a god to have. However, I am well versed in the history of mankind and I can assure you that there is a fine line between confidence and arrogance, one that is embellished with foiled strategies and the carcasses of warriors past. On which side do you believe you are aligned?

[britneysunicorn-blog]

[animus--invictus]

The Death Of Stars

[animus--invictus]

—         My tag is broken. If you tagged me in a starter overnight, please let me know.

[trcpidation]

EYELASH VIPER (Bothriechis schlegelii)

The eyelash viper is a venomous pit viper species found in Central and South America. Small and arboreal, these snakes are characterized by their wide array of color variations, as well as the superciliary scales over the eyes. They tend to have very long fangs and a bite can be very painful and even deadly. This viper usually attacks its prey quickly, injects hemotoxic venom, and then waits for the prey to die before swallowing it.

[lokigodofmayhemarchive-blog]

Despite what you may have heard, I’m not a monster. I am capable of acting in a polite manner.

A threat to myself? *laughs* No. A threat to any scheme in which I am currently working on? Only time can truly tell.

[animus--invictus]

I have not and will not make any such assumption without prior evidence. A human's definition of monster varies and is largely incorrect.

A wise man doesn't doubt a possible foe, no matter how small. Therefor, you must either not see me as befitting of being a potential enemy or you are not wise. I infer you do not see yourself as unwise, so it must be the former.

[animus--invictus]

        "May I be of assistance?"