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End of a King

m3chanical-rhythm‌:

No sooner than Blackout had stepped into the middle of the living room, he heard movement coming his way. Eyes locked on a red-head figure turning on the lights and coming closer.

What impeccable timing. Now the fun could begin.

“Settling down for the evening, are we?”

This was Blackout’s favorite part–toying with his prey. Leading them on, getting the blood–or in this case oil–pumping faster. He stepped back, still cloaked, giving the bot room to panic as Blackout was sure he would do. The cloak wouldn’t last much longer though. In fact, he countdown had just begun.

“Your facade is very convincing to the common man. If I hadn’t scanned you myself in the junkyards, I almost would’ve suspected you for a human.”

Blackout circled around the room as he spoke, only the dimmest shimmer alluding to his position as he walked around the robot. He finally settled by a window, before his time was up. With a shimmer, his armored form came into view–leaning against the window pane, casual and menacing.

“Hello, King. So nice to meet you finally, face to face.”

The hatter thought himself to be alone. After all, why wouldn’t he be. He was just planning to settle in for the night. Get some rest. Perhaps repeat his day the next day. He cast a glance out the window. He needed some hobbies. Perhaps it would get his mind off of her.

There’s a deep, steadying breath, that was exhaled quickly when he heard the other voice in the room.

“W-what? Who’s there?”

Eyebrows knit together in confusion. And then he saw that silhouette. It was a cloaking ability similar to that of Rook’s... well, what was supposed to be Rook’s...

He took a step back. What did this man want with him?

“I’ve not got anything of value. Take a look around... there’s not much.”

He tried to keep his composure, but his body language was anything but calm, composed. He was already slowly making his way towards the door. Formulating his own escape plan.

#king.#ic.#m3chanicalrhythm #plot.

“you might call me evil, but get this.”

“i, too, was sad once.”

#jabberwocky.#ic.#status.#i hate you you horrible horrible muse

bitches mad at blackout for attacking someone i told him to attack.

jabberwocky gettin’ off scott-free again!!!

#ic.#jabberwocky.#dash comm.

goodoldstrength‌:

“Ugggghhh he’s going to mess up”

“have a little faith, Lumine! my sibling is not anything to be concerned about. he’s even less capable of defending himself than I am!”

#jabberwocky.#ic.#lumine #goodoldstrength

m3chanical-rhythm

End of a King

(( Closed starter for @cybcrbully ))

Blackout had been out all day and most of the night, following the signal that Jabberwocky had given him. He’d found the robot in question scavenging around scrap metal, scouring for quality pieces. He’d been tailing the bot all day since, his nanites gathering all the information they could store–which was nothing to sniff at.

This robot was odd, to say the least. He didn’t carry himself like a robot should. There was no armor, no weaponry–no defense. Anyone looking at him from a distance would mistake him for a human.

Pathetic.

Blackout followed him to a couple junkyards, before the bot finally came to the home of what he guessed to be a mechanic. A human one, as well; one who looked like hell. They seemed to be on decent terms, too. Blackout made a note of her location before following the robot again.

His pursuit ended when the robot headed into the city to an apartment complex. Blackout sent out a few nanites to follow him in, get a feel for the area before he himself dropped in for a visit. He waited late into the night, perched atop the building the robot rested in, before he infiltrated.

Cloaked, silent, it was all too easy for Blackout to find King’s apartment and break in. He slipped inside after disabling the nearby cameras and security measures, and now stood in the center of the apartment.

It was time to get started.

cybcrbully

King didn’t really know why he had a home to begin with. He didn’t really have much purpose after she was gone, but it was... it was fine. He was taking down his hair for the evening, staring at himself in the mirror. Staring at the joints that made him able to move, staring at the core in his chest that he kept covered at all times.

She gave you one life, King.

But was life always this ... empty?

Were his eyes always that hollow? At the end of the day the spark of life was gone. He lost what had made him whole. Or so his programming dictated, anyway... When he walked out of the bathroom, flicked the light on, unsuspecting.

Thoughts of his meeting with his elder sibling seemed pervasive in his head. He was... tired, but he was fortunate that meeting was the last time he saw them.

Or so he thought.

#end of a king.#king.#can't believe this is king's first thread rip hatterboy #m3chanicalrhythm

goodoldstrength

"I swear on my core if he gets caught."

cybcrbully

“oh, don’t be such a spoilsport. he’s doing this ‘cuz i asked him to.”

#jabberwocky.#ic.#goodoldstrength

[ KING ] has been added to the sidemuse page !

[ full ref ]

#ooc.#update.#having a thread with him soon so!!#meet the gremlin #hes got a lot of question marks bc he has no info on him publicly out #HRHghghg i need to actually put threads on here orz

Yeets the Jabberwocky

“HEY! QUIT THAT SHIT.”

“. . . HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN YEET ME TO BEGIN WITH?? I’M HEAVY AS FUCK.”

#ic.#jabberwocky.#asks.#anonymous #Anonymous

“GOOD FUCKING MORNING MY GOOD BITCHES!”

#crack.#jabberwocky.#i hate them.

Lumine was able to make a tiny bot, as big as a soft ball, to find Jabberwocky and only deliver a couple of flavored tanks. After its mission was completed it would self destruct after taking a few steps back from Jab. Can't have Sigma finding any evidence that something was able to get in.

GULP.

“Thank you, secret admirer.”

#ic.#asks.#jabberwocky.#goodoldstrength

[ plot ] ghosts of the past

Like a rat, Jabberwocky was scavenging for parts. Any parts would do. Infected or not. It didn’t matter. They just needed new ones. Shoulder parts-- welding tools… There’s a deep, steadying breath as they grabbed a hunk of metal that seemed… salvageable.

Until they saw him.

Their eyes widened and they punched their temple a little. This had to be a visual glitch with their memory. It had to be. They skittered quickly behind a pile and peeked out, blinking hard.

He was still there. Ginger locks cascading down his person, top hat, red tears under his eyes. He seemed lost in thought, looking for something. He knelt down, and lifted a piece of metal of his own, inspecting it. Gloved fingers gently felt the metal, and then he set it aside.

A visual hallucination can’t do that.

He had to be real.

But how?

Who. Repaired. Him?

There was a moment of silence. And then a sigh. Perhaps Jabber could quickly shut him down with a quick hack and then get away. But at the same time… Perhaps it was a good thing, that he was still alive. Right now. He wasn’t a combat robot either, they knew that much.

They steeled their nerves a bit, looking at this logically.

And they stepped out.

“Long time no see,” Jabber called out, parts at their side, eyes narrowed. Fins raised.

The other man stiffened. There was a rush of emotions on his face. Surprise, fear, sadness, rage. His eyes were wide, his brow was furrowed, nostrils flared. His fists balled up. He began to shake, before he turned and faced Jabberwocky. His jaw was tight, stiff, teeth grinding against each other.

“You.” Was all he said in response.

“Me! Did’ja miss me, little buddy? I know I missed you.”

They sashayed over to him, a smug little smile on their face.

“If I never saw you again, it’d be too soon.”

“That’s a shame.”

They slinked around him, resting their head on his shoulders.

The other reploid tensed more, his gaze cast downward.

"Jabberwocky, leave me alone. Go back to… wherever you've been."

"'S that any way to treat your older sibling, King? C'mon, now, respect goes a long way!" They chimed, nudging him with a claw.

"Respect was thrown out the window the day you tried-- and failed, mind you, to get rid of us."

"Mm… I'm inclined to disagree, loverboy. I came back because I respected you and the others too much to see you be treated like tools."

"It doesn't matter, Jabberwocky!" His voice became sharp. Full of contempt. "I don't want the respect of a murderer. Which you are!"

A wry smile appeared on Jabberwocky's face.

"Ever the lovesick puppy, I see. She ruined all your potential. I'm sorry for you."

"You're wrong--"

The ginger reploid spun around, lifting a larger piece of scrap and holding it imposingly.

"I was happy. We were all going to be so happy, but you! You ruined it for all of us! Now Alice is gone. Everyone is gone."

"Rook isn't gone. I know that because someone activated him," Jabberwocky replied rather boredly, bridging their fingers. Much as they couldn't do anything physically, they knew very well that his combat capabilities weren't much better. Thanks to that, Rook was in their clutches! Wonderful.

And a good hit to the head could very easily damage their quarantine and they would both get infected.

It was not a risk that King was willing to take, but Jabberwocky did not bother to call his bluff.

Either way, watching King's expression twitch at mention of Rook made Jabberwocky's grin grow. He was always so poor at hiding his feelings. If he were human he might have paled.

They tilted their head, fins inclining, tail swishing predatorily. They could feel the hatred resonating, but also the fear, the guilt. The gears turning as King contemplated what to do. What to say.

It gave them ample time to disable his arms.

The hunk of metal crashed to the ground as his arms went limp. Panic surged through the other reploid's face. And Jabber only smiled nonchalantly. It was nice to be back in their comfort zone. In a place of control, for once. It's been too long…

"You know, I find it real fortunate that you managed to survive. You know where the others are. I'd like to find out."

"As if I'd ever tell you."

"You could tell me, or I could extract it from your memory as we speak. Your choice."

His choice…?

He chose to flee.

King took off, running.

And Jabberwocky let him. They had what they needed at bare minimum. His electric signature. Oh, he would be so easy to keep an eye on now.

Him choosing to flee now only meant Jabberwocky could get a friend involved to detain him later.

But ah… back to parts. Time to work... on replacing these pauldrons.

They felt eyes on their back as their reprogrammed cat stepped out of the shadows. Free from the Maverick virus, but still subservient.

“Isn’t it awful what he did to you, Rook?”

No response.

“He activated you before you could’ve even been finished. Awful. I bet it’s nice to be complete.”

Still nothing.

They picked up small spare parts and put them in their bag.

“We’ve been here too long. We need to go.”

Finally, Rook’s hand raised, and that blue portal was made, and they resigned themselves to returning to Sigma’s lab.

#also gonna post this plot thing #cuz i had it written out for a while #and i need to introduce this fella before the thread i gotta do with kai #ic.#plot.#jabberwocky.#king.#rook.#wish i had the energy to draw st for this

Jabber is handed a green and silver box with a tag that simply reads "Merry Christmas". Inside is a long robe that would fit either form, the sleeves were cut and split halfway down their length to allow for room to grow or shrink. The fabric is a teal color with green and silver patterns, with the edges trimmed in a white and silver chiffon material.