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it’s almost like a ritual, meeting up around lunch time when they’re both available and not busy with something else. when they’re not caught up in something – although, for reaper it seems kind of unlikely that a person like data could get caught up in anything ( except when it involves nerding out, because she’s a weird one ). but they do it, pretty much all the time on their small spot in the garden to the point where reaper knows what she likes to eat and tries to bring some of it with him occasionally to share;
since they also share a liking for the unhealthiest kind of stuff.
this time, he only has some sweet bread with him, though. three packages, actually, which is a lot for him since most of the time he’s not much of an eater. especially compared to someone like data. he nibbles on it in silence – because that’s what he does. he’s not much of a talker – while the girl next to him chows down like it’s her last meal or something. technically, she’s not wrong because it could be their last meal and it stays like this; they eat in silence. until there’s a mumble next to him coming from stuffed cheeks that he can’t understand at all. and, somehow, he’s surprised she’s speaking up. “huh?” reaper hums, taking a bite off his bread, “what did you say?”
her quiet nature often makes people think she’s timid or doesn’t like a conversation. data, in reality, was rarely bothered by company. the woman was a much better listener than a talker and listen to other people’s more interesting life was a better activity than to have heto think of what was the last exciting thing that had happened to her. of course there were exciting things in her life but they were either things that happened to everyone else in there or things that were only exciting to her.
at least reaper seemed to understand her a bit. he doesn’t mind her quiet company and meeting on one of her favorite times of the day gave him a friendship boost. they sat in the garden (which wasn’t that common of a scenery for data) and enjoyed their midday meal. it was a good thing he didn’t mind the way she ate, either.
still, as quiet as she was, data still had a talent for speaking without thinking. “if your name is reaper why do you have a bat?” she automatically stuffs her mouth with some rice from her small package (it was still only her first.) the male beside her doesn’t seem to have heard her, which was a bit odd considering they were alone in such a quiet place. maybe she had just spoken too quietly. data swallows and then speaks again but a bit louder. “why isn’t your weapon a scythe if you call yourself reaper?”
‘ C u t e . ’ That’s what Mami thinks about the little kitten that wanders up to her, mewing softly at her as she lowers herself to her knees, completely disregarding the grime and water that will surely dirty her skin.
“Aww, hun~ Where’d you come from? Who left your wittle wee self here all awone~?” Stretching out a hand, she calmly waits for it to pad closer, noting its hesitation but she’s unperturbed. She kneels there, in the filthy back alley, with her hand outstretched until it gains the courage to reach her touch, and she gently but affectionately pets its matted fur. This is how she stays for a few minutes, just showing it some love it seems to so desperately be lacking. She doesn’t know why, but she can never let herself simply stroll by those that are abandoned and lonely, and at the same time, they seem to know this. Rarely do they snarl or snap at her, as if sensing a fellow broken soul.
“There you go … Aww, aren’t you such a sweet hun~ Y’know, I think I know just the person who will give you all the love you deserve to say ‘fuck you’ to this shithole of a world~ Should we go meet her? Would you like that? Let’s go~”
And that’s how she ends up on the train back into the condo, heading towards The Shack, with a sleeping kitten tucked into the breast of her zipped-up leather jacket. She has a strong inkling she’ll find who she’s looking for there, her senses not often wrong as she enters, looks around, and zones in exactly on her target.
Next minute, she’s carefully pulling the mewing cutie out from his hiding spot and dumping it unceremoniously onto Data’s lap.
you don’t need to be a magician to find data. she doesn’t leave the condominium too often, and her time inside is either spend in her room, at the shack or buying useless things in the debt. her interests are also pretty obvious. just by looking at her you’d get a good idea of them.
as expected, she’s in the shack, sat in one of the tables by herself. that day she had decided to eat a baked potato stuffed with delicious chicken. the regular meal was chicken with a side of potatoes, but data was a great appreciator of weird and unorthodox things — especially if it was food. she uses a spoon to dig in and her eyes focus on what matters. her surroundings aren’t anywhere near a priority.
so she leans back, chewing on her second lunch when something lands right on her lap. the woman stares at the animal with interest growing in her sight. she uses one hand to pet it while also consciously making sure it won’t leap onto her meal. “who’s this?” data asks before finally looking up to the human beside her, mami. the entire situation was very unceremonious, so there was no way she could guess what was actually happening. “who did you take this from?”
hellooo, friends and family! it is i, bianca, and this is my amazing child, data! we were around for the initial run and i’m very glad that blcktmpl is back!! if you follow me on twitter you know how much i loved the place and that i’ve been waiting for its return!! not much has changed with her muse-wise except that back then she had only been around for two months and now i decided to keep her kidnapping date. so she’s been around the hive for over a year now!! this doesn’t necessarily mean your muse knows her, though, because she’s a big nerd.
data (originally bae joohyun) was raised by her grandparents and was very quiet even when growing up. she was also always very smart and at the top of her class. she took an interest in video games and computers so she learned how to code and stuff. she got ‘famous’ for making unofficial mods for games under the name ‘databaese’, or at least as famous as someone who does that can be. also streamed any new release, but because of her quiet nature, she wasn’t too famous in that area. her weapons are all based on d.va’s weaponry (from overwatch), including inspiration from the mecha. the collective fixed her eyesight, but she still wears glasses out of habit. all she likes to do is eat and be a nerd. please take care of her.
if you’d like to reach out to me outside of tumblr you can find me on twitter as @luvseungjoon or on discord as ilovecheese#0028! her profile page can be found here, and an open plots page is right over here (yes, it is the same as before because it do be like that sometimes.) i’m pretty sure i went through all the other intro posts that came before mine, and in case i didn’t give yours a like it was probably because i ended up following you after i went down the dash and i deeply apologize for that! either way, give this post a like and i’ll come to you for plots!! thank you for your attention and have a great day!
THE WALK THERE doesn’t trigger any emotions. the look on the other contestant’s eyes is something she should be used by now — and she is. maybe she’ll leave there on a stretcher, but she’d much rather go through that than die.
data pokes the floor with the tip of her shoe. as advanced as technology is, those things are still faulty. she looks around the known area of seoul before her hand hits her own face. the collective had fixed her vision way back during initiation, but the woman was too used to her glasses. she lowers her hand slowly, staring at it until the AI starts to speak.
godmode. she hates it. yes, it was powerful and it looked extremely cool. in the end, it only served to make her feel completely exhausted and all after causing extreme damage to others.
it’s like needles are gently poking at the base of her skull, and then other contestants materialize beside her. she had never seen them before. neither had she ever seen other people inside a simulation — or at least real people. data gives them quick nods while her head is down and tries not to feel bothered. she much preferred doing those things by herself. the woman was intelligent and known for that, but that entire mechanism happened inside of her head. she was much better at it than having to explain it out loud.
⟳ ••• LOADING B-LEVEL MISSION COLLECTION
she was not very athletic, but at least she knew how to swim. water surrounds them, and as much as she knows it is fake water, it feels just as real. all five of them start moving up, trying to catch a grasp of air, but soon enough everybody realizes that’s a bad plan. thankfully, she’s not as fast as the other. a bullet hits him as soon as he surfaces, and the group has to change directions not to get hurt as well.
there are not many places to hide since they’re in the middle of a huge body of water ( probably the sea ) so they just do their best to move away from the dock. data sticks her head out once to grab some air before lowering herself again to move even further. even if they were all standing together once in the base simulation, it was only then that she really stopped to stare at her… teammates, if you could call them that.
they slowly walk onto the shore and hide amongst some bushes behind a couple of crates. her eyes take a second to stare at each of the contestants before they land on an arm.
“okay, the area isn’t clear, but we shouldn’t go out right now.” data looks back up when he moves and the man stares right back at her. “i’m fine.” one of his hands covers the injury before they both look at the others. upon a second look, she remembers him now. he’s famous on elv8. he’s also the one who stuck his head out of the water too soon.
“yeah, well, but our cover is blown.” the only other girl snaps back. a brown-haired boy speaks with the same tone. “if you keep complaining like that then everyone is going to hear us.”
a small discussion starts to form between the two while the last boy tries his best to calm them down. data continues to sit and wait. it feels like she’s the oldest one there, but she also doesn’t feel the strength to battle anyone's voice. “shut up!” the first man speaks in a strict tone. she really wouldn’t have taken him for the leader type based on his pictures, but ever since they reached the shore he had made a good impression. except for that red hair of his. that’d certainly be their downfall.
“i’m data and i have a gun.” the woman says rather quietly, but the silence that had set allowed for everyone to hear her. “that’s good”. the red-haired replied. his eyes were thankful but she wasn’t looking at him to know. “learning of each other’s strengths is good. my name is print and i have knifes. not that good at throwing yet, but i can be useful up close.”
“well, i’m thermos. i have a baton.” that’s the girl. “and this headass is liter.” she points at the man she had been arguing with which forces data’s eyes to open wide. it was only friends bickering with each other which actually only made her image of them be even more stupid. as if that was the time and place for such a thing. “hey, i can introduce myself! i’m liter and i’m an archer.”
“litter like… trash?” data asks wholeheartedly and thermos works hard not to laugh. “no! like water! jesus christ… stop laughing…”
their eyes land on their last member. he was probably the same height as her which wasn’t saying much. he also looked very young, though at the same time nothing like a child. “i’m move and i… have a katana.” he looked embarrassed by it. if only he knew her weapons were based on a video game character then the reaction probably wouldn’t have been the same.
“well… we’re not that bad.” print continues while still holding onto his arms. a few of his fingers had turned red by now, but if someone were to only look at his face they would have never guessed he was in pain. “we have two people for cover and the rest should be good with attack.” the man stops to stare at his teammates before a new wave of emotion takes over his face. “i hope so.”
their team didn’t seem to be professional at all. data was silent, print was a social media whore with an injured arm, move looked like a scared kitten, while thermos and liter didn’t seem to grasp the level of danger they were in.
“we must clear the lower deck at least. the diamonds must be deeper in. compared to where we were before this area isn’t protected at all- what are you doing?” print stares at the younger boy while he rips a piece of his own shirt. move stops as everyone stares at him. “y-you look hurt. if we plan to win this we must be in our best condition.”
the redhead stares for a second in surprise, but soon enough releases his injury from his own grasp so the boy can take care of it. “thank you.” move shakes his head, obviously embarrassed, but still does a good job at holding back the bleeding.
data’s silent, but her head continues to work. their chance at winning this had just gotten a bit higher. maybe they weren’t sent there to die, after all.
“my gun makes a different noise. please ignore it.” data readies the weapon in her hand and then slowly turns towards where the danger is. “i don’t want to sit here for seven hours. print?”
the man seems to understand her signal and then looks at the rest of them to relay a look of knowledge. those with long rage get closer to the crates to provide cover while the other three move in closer to attack.
⟳ ••• B-LEVEL MISSION COLLECTION AT 10% COMPLETION
at first, it’s not that bad. liter is still slow with his arch, but data fills in the holes he makes. the injury doesn’t lower print down and move is way more agile than she would have imagined. still, data felt like she had saved thermo’s life at least a thousand times. thankfully, she had actually counted it.
the area was clear and they gather behind a new cover. “thermos.” data waits for the girl to get closer. “i focused most of my attention on you. you need to better your perception and keep better knowledge of your surroundings. this lowers your chance of survival, but not necessarily our chance of success since your attacking still isn’t that great either.”
the other girl stares at her befuddled, but data’s expression continues plain. the facts had to be shared.
“who the fuck do you think you are you little s-” thermos moves in closer, but print gets in between the two before anything can happen. “hey! no fighting!” data doesn’t move. she’s completely covered by his figure and focuses on checking her gun instead. “look! she’s acting as if she doesn’t even care! i can beat you out of this simulation any time freak-”
“stop!” print says again, and the taller girl moves away. she didn’t care — in fact, she had made it clear. the other’s failure could only slightly impact on the group’s results.
⟳ ••• B-LEVEL MISSION COLLECTION AT 50% COMPLETION
there are no scratches on herself yet some other people have it bad. sprint still only carries the bullet wound in his arm. move had only suffered physical attacks. thermos had several bruises (most of them because of the things data had pointed out before) as well as extreme psychological trauma. liter was dead.
it was a simulation, of course, but his body was still on the floor looking as dead as anyone could be. thermos tries to pretend it didn’t impact her. her eyes are watering and her expression is of shock. they were probably newer to the hive. hopefully, she’d learn from this.
⟳ ••• B-LEVEL MISSION COLLECTION AT 99% COMPLETION
they’re much closer now, and data stares as thermos coughs out blood.
they had reached the diamonds and acquired them. however, the final wave of attack was much stronger than anything else they had encountered so far.
data now had some bruises of her own. she wasn’t good with physical fights, and the more enemies the closer they’d get. the only cover left was her, and proceeding had become tougher. the idea of advancing as duos was quickly discarded. move and thermos couldn’t protect each other, and if data were to change her focus towards them it could mean print’s downfall.
they were so close, but the girl had been out of her mind for too long.
print had his right leg shot thrice and he can’t move anymore. move stays next to him while data deals with covering fire.
thermos goes in further than she should and takes a blow right to her neck. one of the bad guys holds onto it while he drags her away. data was sure they would take her in for questioning as well as everything worse. she had never felt desperate and that wouldn’t be the first time.
her eyes stare at the box in move’s possession and then gives him a look that makes him freeze. “keep you two down.” the boy shakes his head quickly and print stares at her with pain in his eyes. “what are you going to do? thermos is out there.” data holds her gun with both hands. she hated it. “keep down.”
a sudden strength takes over her body and her hands split her weapon in half. her eyes turn to a specific shade of purple, and what was once a small gun takes over her entire forearms. on each hand is a huge fusion cannon with three barrels each. she stands taller than the cover and starts firing without real aim. there’s no real need to when you have so much power.
she rotates her body and moves her hands with it. her bullets are quick and powerful. whoever was there wasn’t anymore. the attack takes even the boats in the water, causing a few explosions here and there. data quickly takes control over herself and the weapons on her arms disappear. she feels like throwing up.
instead, the woman uses the crates in front of her to keep herself up. thermos is somewhere between all of those bodies, or, well, she was one of them.
“you killed her?” the young boy’s voice reaches her ears though it is rather muffled. “no.” the woman turns around, staring back at the two remaining teammates on the floor. “this is only a simulation.”
data gets down on her knees and moves to help print up. they still needed to get out of there. move seemed to have entered a new level of shock, and the woman can’t help but wonder how long ago had he joined them. “move… come on, we need to go.” unlike him, the redhead seems to understand. he doesn’t speak about it, but he understands.
the boy snaps out of his daze and helps to put sprint back up.
the return is not as filled with targets but their stamina was drained a long time ago.
she wakes up. she won.
her head pounds in pain and her stomach turns and rumbles.
sometimes it felt like she connected much more with gluttony than with wisdom. her room, while filled with books and other intellectual things, was also taken over by snacks, those either found properly stored or secretly hidden next to her bed so she wouldn’t have to stand up in the middle of the night for a bite. they were given money to spend, and it was no secret a great portion of it went straight into her stomach.
data wasn’t known as an impressive cook, not ready expanding her skills past store-bought ramen, or one of the recipes her grandma had decided to teach her ( and that the girl had decided to remember ). so the shack was a great spot to visit, always ( or at least during its working hours ) ready to serve delicious meals. it was also filled with people who only seemed to be there to stare. she had always been tiny, and no matter how much she ate the girl managed to stay thin. while it managed to impress some - including some sponsors - it also seemed to piss some people off who struggled to keep their ideal weight.
the eyes that laid on her that day, though, probably knew the exact feeling on her chest. data had just finished the huge bowl she usually ordered, sensing the eyes following her back as she moved to ask for another. the girl would have easily eaten it herself, but her intentions weren’t so. with the steaming hot dish in hand she walked past the table she had been sitting on, placing the thing in front of the young boy she had gotten used to seeing. “when you stare with those eyes it looks like you’re starving.” so she sat down across from him, not waiting to be invited.
her eyes stared at the pieces, analyzed each and every movement possible, but the more she thought the fewer options she had. the downside of playing against yourself was that you knew everything your opponent was thinking, so you knew exactly how to defend. you, also being the opponent, ended up getting screwed over. so data had been sitting on one of the chairs in the learning center for too long of a while, her mind not letting her rest. she knew there was no way both sides could win, but she also didn’t want to lose.
the girl slowly pulled her legs up, placing her feet on top of the chair with the rest of her body. damn, she wished she had brought a snack - though the thing wouldn’t have lasted long taking into consideration people were so angry about noise in that place. it normally made her think faster, the reason why she used to always work while listening to loud music. data put the blame on it; there was no good answer coming to mind because everybody was too busy in silence to allow her to be smart. she pushed her glasses further up her nose, returning her focus to the game instead of ranting. the only option available was a checkmate.
some wonder how she remembers her own username, to which she replies with “it’s just binary”, the morse code description not really helping anyone. data makes sure to update everyone on what kind of delicious food she’s been eating, taking good pictures and leaving recommendations. loves to upload selfies in grids, either with 2 or 4 in one. friends make more appearances than her face, though, since she doesn’t have a habit of taking pictures of herself. her picture descriptions also don’t have much to give being composed of a single word or many emojis. a good summary of data herself. ( feat. @blckmoxie && @blcksalt )
it was dark and she couldn’t see - but that last part was no news. her fingers reached for her face and slammed right into it. her glasses.
damn it, not again. so her hands started scanning the floor, looking for her fallen glasses like she had done too many times before. pushed around, unnoticed. she only stopped when her fingers touched the wall, slowly making their way up, feeling its different texture. something wrong wasn’t right. chuckle. how did she end up there? the last thing she remembered was her being hungry, but that was something that happened so often it didn’t help pinpoint an exact moment.
the door opened in a blink, making her shoulders jump in a startle. so joohyun forced herself to stand on her feet, ready to start moving. bae joohyun - that’s who she once was; who she used to be. and she didn’t know it at the time that her name would die only a few minutes later, right when her fingers decided to type in ‘data’ into their system. it matched her, right? at least it was something that reminded her of her past. not that there was much to remember, but it was still better than forgetting it.
what would you change about yourself? and she typed in her eyesight after only a single thought and a moment of silence. she only realized the obvious after the tunnels showed their lights and her fingers slammed onto her face ( again ). her eyesight had already been fixed; she still missed her glasses. and she liked green ( and it looked less deadly ), so to the left, she moved, unaware and unprepared. whatever game that was it looked fun.
i surprised even myself and got the courage to make an open plots page!! you can find it over here with seven different ideas + tips on how to get data to hang out with you! even if we were already plotting you can get one of these no problem! let me know if one of them catches your interest either by contacting me through ims/twitter or by replying to this post!! if none of them fit your character you can also like this post and i’ll show up on your ims instead ready to brainsorm!! thank you for your attention and i hope you’ll have a good day!
hellooo, everyone!! it is i, bianca, aka glass’ mun, and now data’s mun as well!! i’ve been wanting to get an irene muse for a long time and blcktmpl felt like the right place to do it!! data has only been around for about 2 months so she is a hive baby and first meetings should be fun!! i don’t have a plots page up yet but you can check out her profile over here!! just wanted to leave a notice that i am in the middle of finals hell, so if i take too long to reply to messages (either here or on glass) just wait for me!! i’m taking my time!! i’ll be leaving some info about data under the cut! i hope everybody will have a good day!!
raised by her grandparents
was a quiet kid while growing up
very smart and always top of her class
took an interest in video games and computers
got famous for making mods for games under the name ‘databaese’ (a play on her last name)
streamed whenever there was a new release, but because of her more quiet nature and kind of a dry sense of humor she didn’t say much
a big d.va fan (which you can see served as inspiration for her weapon) -- sometimes streamed overwatch too
wore glasses since she was a child; wrote down her eyesight as the one thing she’d change about herself during initiation; after they fixed it she continues to wear glasses
