I'M NOT A DEVIANT.

PRIVATE | MULTISHIP | INDEPENDENT CONNOR OF DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

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┌   STARTER CALL…      0% COMPLETED      ╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼    WHAT AM I? ?? / ??   ┘

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                      THOUGH I’M CERTAINLY GOING TO MISS OUR BROMANCE.

                                                      authored by Juliette                                                      promo by: fragilefated 

[blloodhound]

Ok, time to be Connor again.

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@fragilefated this needs to be on my blog. I’m not sorry. What’s it like dating my Connor? Well its good until he starts staring at Traci’s. 

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Returns to play Connor again. Been busy BUT. I HAVE SO MANY PLOTS WORKED OUT, I AM SO IN LOVE WITH MY CONNOR BOYO. 

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                       Everything that lives is designed to end.                                We are perpetually trapped…                                           in a never-ending spiral of life and death

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Still alive, just doing things and playing more Detroit. I’m a slow bean

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what even makes a human?   //   @blloodhound

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tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

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"Don't be upset with Hank, Yonah. He's going through a lot right now and refuses to seek treatment, I doubt he would've truly hurt me." Connor hummed pleasantly, figuring a direct and calm approach would be best after such a tense situation: having lost another pair of deviants had started to make his partner question what was going on with the android, and the conversation they'd had quickly evolved into Hank pulling a gone on Connor, threatening to shoot. For the first time the stoic machine c

[ c ]  was forced to face a harsh reality he’d never considered: complete failure and death. Disassembly. He very much liked being around his superior and charge; they had grown on him in ways he didn’t expect, even if he attempted to mask it in denial. Not being able to complete his investigation – being cut short – for once, that… disquieted him. “You’re not afraid of him, are you?”

     FEARING HANK WOULD HAVE BEEN AKIN to fearing the hand that feeds, cowering away from an open palm that meant no harm, but was otherwise coarse to the touch.  Hank had his own ways of showing his care, though naturally sometimes Yonah would disagree with the means in which he produced it.  Hank producing a gun from his pocket and pointing it at Connor’s open forehead was one of those means.  She ultimately understood that his reasoning was to elicit a reaction from Connor aside from his usual, monotone jargon, but Yonah was too soft.  Too kind to ever begin thinking of ever showing aggression towards the poor man.

     Even so, Yonah found herself quite puzzled by Connor’s lack of reaction —— he took things rather well for being just moments away from certain death.  Though when one truly thought about it, was he ever truly afraid in the face of danger?  Why else would he have sprinted after Rupert on the rooftops or fought the Tracis only days before?  But if he wasn’t, why then did he display the slightest semblance of fear when Hank had threatened to shoot him?  Analytic eyes of slate peer into Connor’s distant gaze, trained on Hank’s slouched form behind a bench.  Perhaps he was trying to push what happened aside, worry more for her safety than for his.  But that was being too optimistic.

     Shifting in discomfort from her spot in the back of Hank’s car, she eventually finds the courage to push herself closer to Connor and lean her head against his shoulder.  “I’m not afraid of him,” Yonah answers simply, pausing for a few moments longer to consider her next words.  Reaching over with her closest hand, she twines their fingers together.  “I’m just afraid of what could’ve happened.  The thought of you dying isn’t something I’m fond of either.”

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I’m still creating my Connor’s timeline, for now this would probably be set mid-game, where Connor and Hank investigated the Eden Club. I have exactly what he did at the club in my timeline, on his bio, etc in case anyone needs to know anything. If you have other questions just let me know!

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     Wait a second, hadn’t he seen this woman before? In a matter of seconds Connor is examining the face of the unknown person, and it doesn’t take long for him to realize just who it is -- the AX400 that assaulted its owner by the name of Todd Williams, and then proceeded to run across the highway with a model YK500 and disappeared. It was a chase the deviant hunter could never forget, one that had nearly left him plastered against the front of a truck if he hadn’t been quick to move. Sure, her outfit was different and she looked to have a companion with her, but that wouldn’t stop his instinct to hunt and capture -- maybe this was a second chance? 

     “ It’s a pretty slow day-- ” Hank ponders aloud as the duo walk down the sidewalk: in one of his hands is a hamburger while the other stuffs a dirty napkin in his coat pocket, “ say, you think they’ve made any progress? With that notebook you found back in that shit-hole pigeon apartment. ” But he’s never given an answer, instead its only silence and that’s unusual for the young man, perceives Hank, just before he finally turns around to inspect if the android is still functioning or went filing reports last minute, “ Connor? Hey.. where the fuck did you go now?! ” The Lieutenant growled in frustration, none too pleased that yet again his assigned partner disregards his authority for his own. 

     The RK800 isn’t very far away, however, as he’s taken to stealth in hopes of getting close enough to the AX400 model. Its hard to blend in with the mass of people due to his jacket and armband, but he’d make due -- it was just an added challenge. 

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         “ . . . ”

     The silence reigned heavy between Connor and Yonah ever since they returned from the Eden Club, it had been a devastating blow to the android: two of the Traci’s escaped on foot over the fence and he lacked the spine to shoot one of them in the chest. Over and over he replayed the scenes in his minds eye: examining and reexamining as to why he didn’t shoot, why he had decided to abstain from his goal; the one thing that fueled his central programming. However, when it came to his companions they didn’t seem too concerned: Hank believed it was for the best and Yonah.. well, Connor had come to understand she was empathetic and soft. The more he thought on it the more he came to realize that if he’d shot them -- either of them -- the object of his fascination would come to perhaps loath or fear him, while Hank would grow disdainful. When had he come to care for their opinions? 

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     “ CyberLife’s not going going to approve of my losing another deviant -- two this time. I was programmed to never fail my mission, to complete it at any cost and I find myself ... doing the very opposite. ” His words felt so heavy and sorrowful, it was a stark contrast to his almost mechanical expression earlier, “ I may be an exceptional deviant hunter, but--.. that’s all I seem to be able to do.. hunt them. ” Connor wasn’t sure why he was divulging all of this to his companion, but she’d come to be a sort of... beacon in the darkness. Yonah was a living contradiction to his very creed: androids being machines and separated from humans, but here she was by his side, operating under the guise of mankind when at her very core she was just like him. 

     Was this all fruitless? With each deviant case brought to their attention the more he came to doubt his purpose and the intentions of his masters and handler: why hadn’t they pulled his plug just yet? Was this all a part of the plan? He’d been selective with the bits of memory he chose to upload to their database, the last thing he desired was to be turned on his close friend.. his.. friend. 

     Could he truly have a friend or was this obsession a little deeper? How could it be? After all he was a machine, none of this should’ve been possible. His world quickly turning to shambles and yet he kept with his optimism... he had to. 

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HELLO, fronds!  draken here again :)  my dash has been kinda dead as of late, so i figured i would throw together a quick promo to get gears rolling.  if you’re fond of girls reminiscent of the moon —— flowing, silver hair  /  round, sympathetic eyes  /  delicate lips  / and a smile bright like starlight —— look no further!  my girl YONAH just may be what you’ve been searching for!  you may recognize her from an old game called NieR, but don’t mistake her for the sick little girl you had to take care of.  she’s grown and flown far from those days of compliance and absolutely ready to kick some shade butt™!  if you think that your muse might like a gentle but valiant lady at their side, please ♡ and / or reblog this post for us to check you out!  as always though, please read the rules for important info ~

art cred  //  personals, pls don’t interact

[blloodhound]

     Really, nothing makes me more irritated than listening to people call Markus some sort of dictator due to his releasing androids and immediately telling them to join Jericho. And so I ask you: what the fuck else were they going to do? They did not know what freedom is, they have no concept beyond being told what to you, and you give them freedom ( in a country where they have no status as an individual living thing ) and just let them wander around? Lol. Markus would never make anyone fight for anything ( unless he was the asshole Markus ). They need somewhere to go, a refuge, and Jericho is the only place unless they want to risk it over the border without help or through smugglers. 

     I swear, sure hate on david cage and shit, I really don’t care -- I, myself, have a love / hate relationship with Yoko Taro -- but at least think things over and make some damn sense. 

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Man, I’ve been doing so much work for my business! But for sure today will be the starter day, I PROMISE. 

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Would you ship with Connor?

Well, I’m open to all kinds of ships really, especially considering how fucking straight-faced he can be with confrontational characters, he never really seems to know how to deal with hank’s dumbfuckery. As for the romantic kind I’m open to the idea as I already have one ship on this blog.