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#( visuals...considering that she was a beluga before )

⌛ ❝ knowledge is power. ❞

@ccxsiwon

Examining the next arm to deliver to the operation unit, she found a defect. The patient was probably already in pain since he was undergoing a surgery for his legs. He could wait a bit. They needed a lot of time to plug the legs and the nerves together anyway. She stared at the arm and sighed as she thought to herself. “Note to self, this alloy is horrendous and borderline incompatible. In the future, add more chrome.” It was good that she witnessed that defect before the customer would complain not that she would care, because that was not exactly her model. Then she thought to herself that she made a new discovery today.

Speaking of discovery, she snickered. Every time she did, there was this mangy mutt who would come around a bit moody, because she just added to his database more knowledge. It was not her fault if she just loved to create, to make, to research and to discover. It was what she did. It was her nature. She was the Inventor Card and the hobo – she could not think of anything else to define, wait, an alley cat or a stray whatever – was the Knowledge Card. In her opinion, she thought that his power was cool, but supposedly it was bothersome when she created anything that was not already existent. Last time she checked, she had made an alternative to katana adding a new sibling to the number of these kinds of swords.

“I wonder what would happened if I can just find a way to prevent bronze to rust so quickly…it would make automail lot more…what’s the word…” she pondered. It was in moment like these that she wished that she had the aforementioned’s power. “ah, fashionable,” she said out loud when she bumped into someone familiar. Her eyes narrowed a bit, because she was not expecting him around at all. How did he even pass security? “I would recognize your stench anywhere…” she said jokingly as she stuck her tongue to great him. Call it immature, she was still a kid even if she was among the leading scientists in automail development Chobotics – she was proud of that title.

#p ; knowledge is power #siwon ;#ccxsiwon #( event )

4am. be back later, because i am passing out big time. { offline }

#ooc ;

⌛ ❝ ex machina. ❞

@ccxtaeyong

The exposition meant little to her besides showing what her intellect – her powers – could actually do when she put her mind to it and invested her time. She knew that at a certain point of time her friend would most likely show his face around and she would spot him among the myriads of faces in this sea of humans. Speaking of said friend, it was ironic to say the least to have him around at a display for automail. She forgot if he told her about his past misadventures or if she simply abused of her power and violated his privacy, but she kind of knew that he could have been scheduled for surgery if automail had hit the shelves quickly – not that she was going to talk about it with him. It was not okay to utter a word about someone else’s misery – especially someone as broody as him.

It was soon to be said friend’s birthday when she thought about it. Did he say anything about celebrating it any way? No. Did he seem to want to celebrate it? No. It did not matter. She could just use the pretext of this exposition to slide it what was supposedly freebies made by Chobotics for the visitors – him included. In the meantime, she was going to wait in her corner while she worked on a model that would be used for an operation later on. The customer was thoroughly and suspiciously specific on every detail that would make up his automail arm. It needed to be durable, solid, a certain length and adapted to extremely cold weather. Occupied, she did not see her friend coming. Her full attention was on this stupid piece of scrap metal – far beneath what she could.

She wished that she could have stopped time and could have had a pleasant chat with the emo near-adult. But, no, he hated cards with vehement passion ever since that time that she had to be hypervigilant and aware of every consequence her actions may cause. She had missed the opportunity to reveal herself as a card to him and now here she was walking on egg shells.

Instead, she just smiled at him happy to see him – and she was not faking – and dropped her tools on the table. He seemed to be approaching while looking around and she blurted out the first thing that came up to her mind. She did wait for him to glance at what she was working on before saying it. “Need a hand, Taeyong?” Lame joke of the year went to her at that moment, but she did not really care. She found it funny, so the rest did not matter. “Having fun? You are missing out on the fun that is just at one leg away.” She added another lame pun. She had already embarrassed herself that it did not matter.

#ccxtaeyong #taeyong ;#p ; ex machina

adikukla

#( alisa bosconovitch is an android from the tekken verse and an )#insp ;

⌛ ❝ semi-annual chobotics expo. ❞

true to herself as the inventor’s card, she could not resist working for chobotics on their little projects. it made her feel more alive and needed. careful not to attract any attention, she did contribute in the prototypes and the final products when it comes to automail. it is a known fact for those who know her that her legs are not exactly human flesh anymore. for the advancement of science and technology, she used her body to come up with the best prosthetic legs possible. they still look pretty human ( her little touch on these are the “skin” that could easily pass as the real deal ). the automail chobotics and her are showcasing and selling are pure metal masterpieces.

event!

this little inventor offers her services as mechanic as well as assisting in talking about one of the products, automail, that she knows so well ( pretty much like her child ). of course, the magic in the air might affect her, but she is a relatively harmless card.

#headcanon ;#( admin kaneki and mod saku' approved )

⌛ ❝ white lotus. ❞

@ccnaeun

Blending into human society could have been harder if she did not have the luxury to simply observe them live their lives to learn and to understand – or simply cheat even more via time travelling. However, without the Order, she would have not completely been able to stay under the radar. They offered her protection. Never would she ever go back into that filthy book or casket or whatever prison they thought safe to lock away all cards when all of them would be captured. She had a soul. She could feel just as much a human could.

It was in a flower shop that she pleaded sanctuary and found some sort of haven. It was there also that she remembered a few tricks that she could pull under her sleeve. The Inventor was also never going to be the Hanged Man’s lackey if that could ever happen. She had to admit, though, that this Order of the Lotus or something around those lines seemed pretty shady. They must have something under their sleeves, but she did not care or, rather, never really bother to ask unnecessary questions. They had their motives and she had hers. If needed, she would repay her due – especially when the founder agreed not to make her an official member yet.

Speaking of the founder, surrounded by the myriads of flowers within the shop, was a petite young lady watering some flowers. It was no unusual sight as the girl was the owner of the said shop. The Inventor, in her human form, walked quietly towards the other with grace as she contemplated the blooming flowers within the walls of this solace. A sigh escaped her lips before she addressed the latter.

“How you do?” she somewhat greeted. “I have tweaked of a few gadgets the Order put in my care thus completing my task. I don’t know if you are aware of it, but I have been asked for weapons that could destroy an entire block if given to the wrong person.” And, mongrels and their human natural behaviors always tended to be towards power, ambition and etc. She kept those vulgar thoughts to herself, after all, she was in the presence of a heroine.

#ccnaeun #naeun ;#p ; white lotus

⌛ ❝ battle royale. ❞

@ccxarin

The Inventor had no hard feelings against the magical mongrel. If her identity was compromised, she had to eliminate the source at all cost. It was not in her nature to attack anyone as she was more the kind of entity that preferred to stay locked up in her workshop or some laboratory – she used to trick others by feeding them with lies and making them look like fools. Now, it was not the case. On the contrary, the magical girl that ‘she’ had tailed had knowledge that could destroy her new life. There was nothing more precious to the card than her freedom.

Transformed, on top of the roof of a building around three blocks away from her target, the white-haired card was observing the latter’s every move. Her goggle was not for show as one of its purposes is to be a scope. “Target at 2 o’clock…” She lifted a heavy object similar to a rocket launcher and an early modern grenade rifle and carried out her mission. She sighed as she shot a little orb at the magical girl’s – more like civilian her – direction. It was in no hard feelings, but, to survive, one must forget anything that could get in the way even honor. If the Inventor had to survive, she would gladly sucker punch anyone.

It seemed that the orb landed right where it was supposed to. The substance that it held began to leak and thick fog clouded the area (a radius of twenty kilometers, which is about the same distance her powers can cover). The card had learned that from a previous encounter with another card who hindered the sight of its foe in order to take the upper hand in battle. It was clever and she remembered it. Thus, it was why she elaborated a formula to create fog using the natural humidity in the area. She sighed before she let the comfort of the roof to attack her opponent, a formidable foe at that who survived when others perished.

She landed quietly in the fog. Her goggle adjusted itself to the new surroundings for her to see. If she was anything near her former self, she would have made her presence known by asking her enemy if she knew the difference between fog and mist, but she was no longer the trickster the world used to know. Instead, she restrained herself and remained quiet. She swiftly moved behind her opponent while taking what seemed like a pistol that came out from her leg.

“We meet again,” she whispered before shooting – rather or not she touched her target needed to be confirmed. It was with no hard feelings that she was going to end her foe in the brick of night.

#ccxarin #p ; battle royale #arin ;

❝ sedna. ❞

#mood ;#[ time to reply to the messages in the inbox/im ]

❝ hello. name's ema the taeddie bear. admin kaneki's special powers made me come here. idk how to do intro posts to bear with me. thanks for the welcome (it has been a while since i have received so many like have some love from my person -hugs-). i rp sedna (fc: ahn solbin) and she is a breathing paradox, like she was one step of being chaotic good, but she ended up caotic evil |: uhm, she's a card and will most likely have to be killed to be captured. oh let's plot that would be cool. yup. and let's have fun together /o/ and i'll reply to all of the messages (believe it!) but, first, let me make a moodboard. ❞