DEMON

"I am a lone cyborg, fighting for justice!" [Genos, Demon Cyborg, Citta Alveare]

[aexuitas]

Saitama chuckles at the sight. Genos is a weird case. Sometimes Saitama could read him easy but he can have moments that are completely off script, so to speak. Whether it’s intentionally done to impress Saitama (which is the case every time) or out of the teen’s own accord is a blur for him. But it’s at those times where the cyborg manages to surprise him are the ones that he appreciates and remembers the most, which is kinda a big deal since he barely remembers anything, nor feel anything.

“Maybe you can check back inside for someone to dance with.” He says, his little laughing fit dying down as fast as the frog could disappear. Probably off to tell his friends about this weird guy dancing with him. That would be a good party story.

“I’m the only other guy out here.” 

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos wondered if the secret to Sensei’s strength was especially thick skin. Right around the head area. It was no wonder that hair no longer could grow there. Genos was pretty ruthless huh, even in his own narration. Yet no matter how thick he could be, or how distant, Genos had no problem at all chasing him. He stopped squatting on the ground and straightened up. Genos was always serious, but his look right now was especially so, it had the seriousness of a serious series punch.

“Sensei, I don’t want to walk all the walk back inside. I’m really lazy.” That was a lie, but he wondered if Sensei would even be able to tell the difference. His face and voice never really gave away much in lieu of emotions. It was part of being a robot. 

“Since you’re the only one out here then, it looks like by default I’ll have to dance with you.” This was it, one last all or nothing gambit. 

[brazenhead-blog1]

“ I’ve never heard of it used like that. But yes, I suppose that’s what I am. “ He listened intently at this individual’s composition. Such luxuries, such as the gift of taste, must be nice. When he placed an apple in his mouth, all he was able to determine was a bevy of statistics from its composition. Nothing more. Machines made by machines.

“ My creator was less generous with these luxuries. My purpose is more crude, though I’ve been toying with the idea of a few adjustments. “

There was never anyone quite like him in his world either. The original Torch, perhaps. Jocasta, Ultron, and Victor.      No one else.          In dark corners of the Vision’s psyche was a screaming voice. Memories of his family long buried so he might be able to function. ‘ There are people like you. They call you father. ‘ They whispered. ‘ They love you. They have your eyes. ‘

No. No one else.

    “ I am The Vision.” He replied bluntly.

“ By your excitement, I assume most life around here is biological in nature? “

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos hesitated. He did not mean to remind the other of what he did not have. He considered himself far too fortanate, all things considered. He should have just been another statistic, but he was saved by a kind doctor and given a chance at revenge. He was talking too much once again, that was all. He should limit himself to 100 words or less.

“That’s unfortanate. If you wanted to, you could try to study my systems for modifications of your own. I woudn’t mind really.”

Genos said, still trying to be a little bit hopeful. He was just a kid when he was caught in this robot body after all. He was still a little bit childish. 

The man sure had a poker face though, or at least Genos was not able to read him that well. GEnos did not read most people that well either though, it was all the years spent alone with only his objective in mind. 

“Yes! I think most people consider the default in this world to be a biologically born human being with no special abilities. It’s strange how across a supposed infinite number of universes that always seems to be the default but here we are.”

[koraava]

“You don’t seem demonic to me,” She commented, tilting her head a little in slight curiosity. He seemed nice actually, and the fact he was concerned about a 2 for 1 pizza deal was amazing to her. Finally, someone who appreciated the circular goodness of pizza. This guy was her new best friend, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Now that she could see him up close, the awestruck expression upon her face just brightened. She’d have to tell Asami about this guy; she’d love him! Of course Korra didn’t know all that much about mechanics, only what Asami had told her so she’d have to ask him more questions later. Preferably over that pizza.

“Nice to meet you Genos, I’m Korra,” She replied and readied a fighting stance. “Got it,” She wasn’t entirely used to someone else taking charge but it was something she was growing used to now she had spent a few months here. As he ripped the earth up from the ground, she half wished she had her earthbending so she could follow up on that. She had some pretty sick earthbending skills, if she said so herself but she’d have to make do with waterbending. It was a shame the opponent was a firebender.

She drew forth another large body of water from the atmosphere and split it and formed it into a dozen icicles suspended in the air above her. As the chunk of earth knocked the enemy flying, Korra didn’t give them a chance to recover; she send the icicles soaring toward the opponent, hopefully slowing them down while Genos planned his next move.

[dacyborg-blog]

“It’s not really a name I chose, it was given to me by the heros association. I would have picked something less flashy, like the hero name of my ultimate hero, caped baldie.” 

The moment Korra gave him an opening Genos seized it. Even if he could not produce fire right now there were two advantages his body had over a normal human body especially a stunned one in close combat he was more agile. He came with his arms wide and when both the men tried to charge at him from either side, he pivoted his hips at an unnatural angle with a smoothness like his joints had been oiled. Because well, they were. He grabbed each by the neck and threw them into each other when he was given the opening too. 

The firebender was the difficult one. Genos turned and saw suddenly the man had gotten up and punched a great fireball into the air. He knew he was heat resistant still, but he wondered how much when the scientists had modified his body so far. He guessed there was no choice though, and ran straight into the fireball arms crossed in front of his face as a guard. 

There was a reason Genos was called the demon after all. As he emerged from the fireball fae torn up, but hand reaching out for the firebender metal still hot he looked like something with the determination to crawl all the way out of hell itself. Though he was clearly half melted, and angry, Genos stopped from going for his neck at the last second and chose a less damaging blow to the gut. 

All three men on the ground, Genos cracked his robotic neck. A completely useless gesture that was leftover from his time as a human. Then he put a finger on the tear in his face, and looked back to Korra. “It seems they scratched me. Thank you truly though, can I buy you a two pizzas for the price of one to pay you back for your help? You can ask me questions, and eat it with me if you would like.” He was a bit awkward outside of a fight. 

[kuyuzhishi-a]

This was a lot of information being unloaded on her at once. Thank goodness she was used to him, else she would have been too focused on being confused to listen properly. She nodded along, then gave him a perplexed stare. The common cold? Oh, right. This was more than a century ago. The cold hadn’t been cured yet.

“Don’t worry, Genos, I understand. Even if the chances are slim, it can be worrying to think there’s any chance at all of death, right?” She gave an assuring smile. “Anyway, in my time they actually did find a cure for the rhino virus. It’s almost too bad that we’re in this time right now.”

“Still, I know of a lot of regimens and treatments that could help, but it sounds like you already have a plan you want to enact. I wish I still had my clinic; it would probably have a few of the things you need. Still, I’m happy to help. Where do we start?”

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos watched her with his shining eyes. There was something overly familiar about the way she treated him, even if he was not the most socially graceful that did not make him unobservant. He even noticed her call his name without him giving it. On the other hand, there was really no reason to be suspicious of a doctor who was trying her best to reassure him.

“Right. of course, yes,” He said nodding, that was probably too many affirmations though, he should calm it down a little. “That’s unfortunate, the technology available in this city is really inconsistent, it’s a little bit frustrating when you’re a piece of technology.”, 

He turned over the notebook with his already planned out regime to her, even though he felt a bit of hesitance to do so when he hear of her clinic. The robot tilted his head, revealing the black mechanical parts that made up his neck, “Your clinic? Did something happen to it? Er- right we start with the diet I wanted to know about foods that are high in vitamin C, but also cheap to purchase.”

[kuchikikirei-deactivated2016082]

❄ His blunt honesty was not unwelcome, but a surprise. The only other person she knew that was so straightforward was Ichigo, but even he couldn’t compete with Genos in that regard. Either way, she was glad that he was straightforward in the positive way. Maybe making friends wouldn’t be so hard to do if more people were like Genos.

“Saturdays?” she thought out loud, placing a finger on her chin. She tried ignoring the fact that she barely had enough money for the next couple of weeks; was visiting a store strange if she didn’t buy anything?

“I’ll make sure to remember.”

[dacyborg-blog]

“I’ll hold you to it then.”

Genos said, like they had scheduled an appointment or something.. He realized then how he sounded, and clicked his artificial teeth together, looking away just for a moment, “I-if you want.” He had never really expected to meet with anybody besides Sensei so, there was really no reason to hold her towards anything. 

With that he turned away, giving her one last smile. Then he threw his arms behind him leaned forward and began to run. That was, a really odd way to run, with his shopping bag fluttering behind him in the breeze. Somebody needed to teach that boy how to run. 

[aexuitas]

“Yeah sure, after summonin’ that huge freaky thing of yours, I bet you would.”

With everything happening in succession, Saitama loses his track again, just as he was finally getting up to speed with the whole situation in the city. He has to come back to square one, process everything, then make his brain come up with an order so that his body could just follow. Well at least this all happens in just a few seconds.

“Oh right the six huge ass monsters.” He prepares to trot along the other way, heading for the kaiju’s direction it seems, but not before turning back to the girl. 

“Do you wanna come along with or can you handle those guys on your own?” He uses his thumb to point behind him, referring to the second wave of drones heading along their way.

@bubonem

[bubonem-archive-blog]

Her words had rung true, as she had stopped and retracted Owl in order to take a break – though, it seemed as if she would not be allowed one. Big surprise.

Feeling the heat from the cyborgs palms just a second before he touched her, Eto avoided his touch, but gave him a polite smile as she moved; he was the suspicious type, and she’d already had too much revealed for her liking. Best to play it safe. Though she did take care to ignore Saitama’s first comment.

“I’m paying attention, also, I’m not a child,” she was twenty-seven, but thanks for the reminder, Genos! “Yes, those six monsters. They’re quite a big problem right now, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

Glancing at the approaching drones, Eto could only continue to smile; “Why, I’d love to tag along with you two.”

@dacyborg·

[dacyborg-blog]

“Why are green haired adult woman all so miniscule?”

Genos wondered, in a perfectly scientific way. The fact that he said it aloud was less of an insult and more of him voicing his own thoughts, but it definitely sounded like one. 

"My apologies then,” He said quite briskly as he let her go. Genos had spent years alone wandering, and searching for revenge his default setting was to trust nobody. In front of Sensei the dial was even turned up a notch, because for some reason he quite uselessly worried for the safety of a man who could punch out god. 

Genos jumped down from where he had been accosting her and returned to his Sensei’s side. He knew Sensei was not the best talker, but Genos quite loved explaining things. So much so he often went too much into detail. “There’s no need to worry, uh, green haired adult woman, you’re currently under the protection of two members of  the hero assocation. I’m the Demon Cyborg Genos, and that’s the Caped Baldy Saitama.”

That was his actual name, yes. 

@dabaldie

[kuchikikirei-deactivated2016082]

❄ Wait, was there really a test? Not one to catch onto jokes on topics she knew little about, she was rather impressed. If there was a test for someone to become a superhero, they must have been finished with exceptional scores.

“I suppose we are,” she agreed, standing up a little bit straighter. Being in a city like this had its way of discouraging people like Rukia, whose heart laid solely within her friends from home. It felt like it didn’t even belong to her at times, which was why being alone was so dangerous to her. But interactions like this, where she could connect with another person even a little bit, put her at ease.

And his gesture was all the more strengthening to her.

“Thank you, Genos. Truly,“ she said, thanking him for more than just the keychain.

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos’ mouth pulled into a tight line at his confusion. The line only remained tight for a moment though, as soon it wobbled back and forth. Genos had spent, many years alone so he was not sure exactly how to respond to such sincere gratitude. There were words for this situation right. Inside himself he chided himself for acting like an actual robot when he knew he still had the mind of a human. 

“You’re.... welcome.”

Genos was desperate not to dwell on the moment and make himself feel any more awkward. He pointed to one of the coupons he was still carrying in his shopping bag with a black finger. His eyes dwelled on it for a moment, and then back to Rukia. 

“This store has fantastic sales on saturdays. I’m not really used to having to conserve money, but my Sensei is showing me the ropes. Anyway, I’m telling you this because it would be nice if we ran into each other again.” He said in a manner that was unabashedly straightforward. 

[thiefxgame-deactivated20170726]

Damn, he didn’t fall for it. Zelnite had to refrain from showing any disdain; it could break his facade. He did allow his smile to grow, making sure it showed only good intentions. As his hand was let go, he felt the yellow blur slip into the recedes of his cape. His friend was safe and sound. Innocence found itself in Zelnite’s eyes, noting the stranger’s words.

“That’s… interesting. Most people just want to be friends because they want to be, not because they want to change the other…” he mused, internally wondering if the man was just all talk. There was no way he was going to stop stealing. Not now, not ever. “Well, whatever. Name’s Zelnite. Nice to meet you.”

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos’s eyes still zoomed in on him with scrutiny. Physically zoomed, because he could do that, because robot. His face seemed distant, but then it might hav been naturally like that. He lacked all the facial muscles a human would have had. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, I have only had one friendship, and he inspired a great deal of change in me.”

Well, it seemed his ploy had worked anyway. There was no need to share information about his sensei to somebody who had not asked, apparently he had a habit of talking too much anyway. “Zelnite. You as well, it’s nice to meet, I mean,” Genos seemed a bit awkward, his robotic shoulders shuffled back and forth, “I’ll give you my name then since we’re meant to be friends. It’s Genos. So, this is how it’s done right?”

[aexuitas]

“It’s probably the ambiance, kinda depends on where you are.”

He would certainly most definitely not hang out in a gas station’s bathroom. Hotel bathrooms are nice, they’re always regulated, and like what Genos has said, they have soaps. Saitama hasn’t gotten the luxury to check in a hotel and only these kinds of events would give him the opportunity to be in one. 

“I guess.”

Saitama watches the younger man pick up the frog like a curious child. It’s endearing at the same time he wonders just how early did he try to grow up in order to carry on this daunting task of his. Yeah he heard him out before, much to his chagrin, but doesn’t let it sit in his mind for too long. He’s teetering between caring and not caring all the time, a balancing act that he thinks he can keep going for a long time.

“Are you gonna ask that frog out to dance?”

[dacyborg-blog]

“I don’t think location matters much to me, Sensei. Moreso it’s who your with.”

Genos pulled his lips tight though, as for once he did not want to be too obvious. Whenever he was heard out, Genos had a habit of saying exactly how he felt in great, long, detail, and he had been told to keep it to a hundred words or less. His lips quivered a bit. 

“I am. Watch me sensei.”

Genos put himself fully forward into this next task instead. He leaned down as with a robotic back leaning in such an angular way was completely possible without harming any part of him, and dangled the frog’s little legs across the ground. 

“Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal,” Genos hummed and pretended to dance for a moment. Until the frog finally slipped out of his grip, rebounded off the ground, off his face, and then away. 

“Oh. Who am I going to dance with now?” He remarked without thinking.

[brazenhead-blog1]

   The sudden accosting that followed a simple walk downtown was an unusual one, but it did happen from time to time. Usually it was just someone asking why he was red, or something silly like that. It was comforting to note that in the vastness of Hive City, the Vision was very low down on the list of oddities and freaks.

   Scanning his current company, he could note that his current company was totally mechanical as he claimed. The modifications made to make him seem more human reminded him of his brother, who’d been able to masquerade as human for his entire life.

   “ You are somewhat correct. I am a synthezoid, or ‘synthetic humanoid’. I do possess mechanical parts and attachments of that nature, however I am constructed so that I contain analogues to virtually all human organs, blood, and tissue, as well as hundreds of thousands of nanites. “

The Vision nodded, this time with a little smile.

“ In summation, yes.         As are you, I’ve been able to tell. It is good to find a kindred spirit here. “

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos’ golden eyes shone bright as he gave him one more lookover. 

“So, you’re a zoid then?” Genos said, the term sounding strange to him as nothing like it existed in his world except for maybe in the realm of fantasy anime and manga that he did not really partake in reading like Bang would have. Then again, he was a fully functional teen cyborg so what right did he have to judge on how fantastical something was 

Genos leaned in with interest. “I am a little bit similiar, I employ no nanotechnology, but I have mechanical replacements for a stomach so I can still taste, break down food, and turn it into energy, and I have something similar to a heart and working tear ducts. The doctor who designed me was really kind, he didn’t want me to miss out from some aspects of human life after I lost my original body.”

 His heart was an energy cell though, and his stomach was actually far more efficient than a human’s as he converted every single part into energy. 

Even if they were not perfect analogues though, Genos was grateful for them.  He smiled, his expresion raising also at the warmness he was greeted by this man. 

“The feeling is mutual. Even in my own world, I never encountered another like myself. I’m the cyborg Genos, it’s nice to meet you. Uh...?”

[medblethderg]

She really wasn’t all that worried, but she was at least relieved that she didn’t have to call an ambulance; she didn’t need to deal with that extra annoyance on top of dealing with an armed robber.

Well, she’d dealt with worse.

“Uh, good,” was her hurried reply, only for her to narrow her eyes at his next words. “I’m not bald.”

She almost wondered what sort of thing would make him say something like that, but, she knew better to ask or even care. She knew the answer would have been something weird.

– Because, this cyborg was a weirdo, obviously.

“Right. Cyborg named Genos. Got it,” she would have preferred to leave the whole situation on that note, but there he went making another request out of her.

Littered around their feet were his aforementioned groceries, and with another exaggerated sigh, Negasonic reluctantly began to pick them up. One of the bags was torn, so she had to stuff as much as she could in one, and then shove the rest in her pockets.

“Here.”

That would be her last favor, so said her tone.

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos took a step back and looked at the person who spared him kindness. Being thrown back so far had messed his hair up, and Genos was tilting his head in confusion, but somehow the pose only ended up making him look like a model. Entirely unintentional, because anything remotely smooth about Genos’ appearance was foiled the moment he opened his mouth. 

“There’s no shame in being bad. My sensei is bald, and he’s the strongest person I know and the person I most admired. A bald head is like a beacon of light shining for others to follow.”

He was probably just trying a little too hard to be encouraging. Genos nodded at her and looked up, fortunately. “We don’t have that far to walk, I won’t trouble you for long.”

Genos began to walk ahead. It was a little bit odd, walking with nonfunctional arms that flopped a little bit at your sides, but since Genos felt no real pain from them, he just tried his hardest not to notice. He thought instead about the events today, and how he would have to update his digital notes so he could learn better in the future.

If it hadn’t been for. 

“Can I have your name? I’d like to tweet about today’s events.” He asked out of the blue. 

[kuchikikirei-deactivated2016082]

❄ Rukia thought she heard about something like what he was describing. Figurines and television shows had been dedicated to people like him, to her knowledge. Just like he said: superheroes. 

“I understand,” she nodded. “You are like a superhero, then.”

She could respect the cause, vigilantes or not, if it meant doing so for the better of humanity. If she was sentimental about one thing, it was the duty to protect others. When it came to protecting friends or the small family she had, she’d do anything.

His question made her slightly uncomfortable.

“We may be called such things, but we are not gods. We are simple souls that are dedicated to keeping the balance. We are not born with our abilities, but we learn them through arduous practice and schooling. Even when we hold positions like Lieutenant or Captain, we always learn and always improve.”

She realized that her situation was hard to explain to someone who had never heard of it. “…I was born, just like you. But while you were born in the world of the living, I was born in Soul Society.”

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos gave a genuine smile that almost looked out of place on his heavy brows, dark eyes and otherwise serious face. “I’m not like a superhero, I am one. I passed a test and everything.” It was a rare moment of wit.

His expression dropped though into one of concern when he noticed the defensiveness of her response. It seemed he was overzealous in his questioning again. He blinked fora  moment and thought. Then his eyes glowed (quite literally) with insight. 

“Oh, so we’re the same in a way. We were both born, and took on a slightly different job but that doesn’t change what we are.” He said holding a hand up and connecting two fingers together. Even if living a mostly solitary life did not lead him to being the most empathic, he could still understand others if he thought hard enough. He just spent most of his thoughts on his Sensei. 

He reached out again for the keychain that they had both reached for intially. Not to take it to himself though, but to offer it to her danging off of one of his mechanical fingers. “You like cute animals right? You can have this, I have plenty of Sensei Keychains already. I hope you enjoy it, Rukia.”

[madamsharley]

“Yes…” Listening to him take the unfinished words out of her mouth was slightly aggravating. He certainly knew a lot for someone who was stupid enough to jump in the water with that type of body. Sure sure, it was probably the result of some other circumstances but she had the right to be pissed off, at least for a little while longer. “Well, what are you doing in the water then?”

The final question that would decide how lowly she could think of him. Shyarly brushed at her hair before clumsy rolling herself off the cyborg, falling back into the river a bit to get a look at how firmly planted on the shore he was. She had done a pretty good job as far as last minute lifesaving went.

“Your welcome. Just start off in shallow waters next time.” Come to think of it, he would probably get a kick out of her spa. Or maybe not, if the heat resistance negated any of the enjoyment from hot water. It did give her a interesting idea, combined with how willing he was to help.

“Shyarly. Contact you? We’re right here right now. So now’s the time if you really mean it. I doubt we’d see each other again otherwise.” At least he should hope so, since the water clearly wasn’t his element. “I can think of a few ways you can repay me right now actually. How heat resistant are you again?”

[dacyborg-blog]

“I fell.” Genos explained curtly. He did not mean to be rude though, he was just answering her question in the most direct way possible. She probably did not want to hear the long explaination - oh- what was that blank look in her eyes aimed towards him, perhaps he should explain them. “Rather, I was pushed. Above the bridge up there there was a robbery that took a hostage and I was in pursuit. My body with its enhanced capabilities can run fast enough to catch up with a car, but a fight broke out, and I pushed the hostage out of the way and into the hands of police and I took the final blow myself. It didn’t hurt much, it was mostly just an inconvenience.”

Genos straightened up on the shore and presented himself. Without his shirt his robot body could be made out easily, he had plating around it which looked more like armor then it did resemble any kind of flesh. HIs face was the only thing on him that was fleshy in tone, and even then his eyes betrayed his robotic nature. “Which was, more your inconvnenience than mine, so once again my apologies.”

He sat down cross legged politely as he listened to her words Genos was above all things else diligent. When she questioned his offer, he merely nodded that yes, he did really mean it. “Currently my armor is only fragile to force-” he raised a hand up against it and rapped knuckles gently against his own chest 

“To heat I should be as heat resistant as I ever was. To give you a point of comparison my body was designed to inject flames strong enough in intensity to burn an entire building down in a few moments, so roughly I could probably withstand the flames of hell. That’s why they call me the demon cyborg Genos.”

He smiled at that small brag. It was a rare thing for him to do, but Genos quite liked his body. 

[kuchikikirei-deactivated2016082]

❄ “Perhaps we have,” Rukia agreed. Giant monsters and an association of heroes was a general description, but matched what the Gotei 13 did rather well. Explaining it all would take too long, however, so she tried to summarize it as best she could.

“We are tasked with keeping the balance between the world of souls and the world of the living. No matter what gets in our way, we keep these dimensions from falling into chaos. It is our one goal, above all else.”

Pleased with her own explanation, she gave a slight nod, as if to confirm her resolve and purpose. Her work was her life. Truthfully, she’d give anything for it.

“When humans die, their souls must move on to the Soul Society, but cannot leave the world of the living until we guide them. This was my job for a time. To keep those souls from being corrupted, and to keep the steady flow of souls through those dimensions.”

To call the Gotei 13 a fighting force was only half-correct. They were strong and brutal, yes, but only in the name of peace. 

[dacyborg-blog]

“The Heroes association is sort of like that, but they’re more response based then balanced base. How would I explain it,” He thought for a moment, his pupils flexing slightly with the effort. Genos took on a focused and thoughtful face, he was, quite the serious person if he could make such a face in casual conversation. 

“It’s like, have you ever heard of comic book superheroes? Or to put it in more realistic terms vigilanteism? People outside of the law rising up with powered abilities in responses to crime? The heroes assocation sought to organize this by ranking heroes so only heroes of appropriate rank handled crimes, and also to make sure heroes were consistently on call.”

He held up four mechanical fingers, “There were four ranks, C, B, A, and S. There were also four types of special disasters that heroes were called to respond to, the highest being god which is something that could threaten the world. Oh, most things we handle aren’t as dramatic though.”

Genos wondered if what he was explaining might sound outlandish, but then again she had been talking about things like souls, and death. “Would that make you a shinigami? As in a literal god of death?”

[thiefxgame-deactivated20170726]

Zelnite simply raised an eyebrow at the hand grabbing his now empty hand. How often will he get caught like this; especially trying to get a single apple? He was ready to blow it off until he heard the guy’s commentary and his choice… of body? He wonders if he was similar to Voldoga, but brushes it aside. However the heat that the hand emits starts to freak him out a little. 

He hopes that doesn’t burn him. He doesn’t want to scream. 

“Yeah, yeah, laws and regulations blah blah blah– look, can you just let go of me and we can be friends? I wasn’t even trying to steal, you know.” He lies smoothly, and out of the corner of his eye he sees a flash of yellow escape without a trace. Good, his friend has his food. Now to handle the good guy. “I have way too much money to actually steal. I mean, look at me. Pure gold armor!”

[dacyborg-blog]

There was no heat being emitted from his hand at the moment, even though that was the usual purpose of the glowing circles on his hands. Sadly he had been stripped  of his power in the most literal meaning of the world, as half of  his usual array of cybernetics was missing. All he could do to seem threatening at the moment was hold the man’s hand slightly tighter. 

Genos realized he was being smooth talked too, and his eyes narrowed on in suspicion. Behind their black sclera, circuitry emitted a soft yellow light. He thought about it for a moment though, and let go. “I know you were stealing, but it is just one apple. Nothing worth fighting over. Therefore, I will take you up on your proposition.”

Genos’ golden eyes stared forward at him with intent, “You and I are going to be friends, therefore I can be close enough to you to try to teach you right and wrong.” 

[neverages-blog1]

@dacyborg​

Shady bars were nothing new to his blue eye. Not a day went by that Worick didn’t find something to remind him of home, and yet the majority of this city remained a foreign wonderland. He didn’t complain, at least not when he had a glass of scotch on the tabletop in front of him. As soon as the radio transitioned into another song, he turned to the man beside him and remarked upon it. ❛can’t say i’ve ever heard this song before…❜

A split-second of scrutiny was given to the stranger before he finally finished. ❛not bad though, huh?❜

[dacyborg-blog]

Genos had been to shady bars before to attempt to procure information, but he never quite relaxed in one. It was quite obvious too, as despite being rather stoic looking the teen displayed his emotions quite openly. His shoulders were rough at the edges, on guard, like armor. His black scleraed eyes stared down at the drink in front of him like it was filled with poison rather than alcohol. Something broke him out of his unease though, and his pivoted his head to look at the one next to him with a calm expression.

“Oh...... I’m not quite sure either.” His eyes looked off for a moment, the circuitry behind his black sclera glowing a slight gold as he thought, “I think they might import music from a lot of worlds here but, as per assessings its quality I.... don’t know much about music.”

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❄ - Gray was in shock. Sure, maybe he stripped on the occasion but that was normal. That was a unique trait that he had and unfortunately, it was required that everyone around him get used to it. But other people stripping? Now that was just weird. Especially in such a violent way… he’d literally torn his shirt off his body!

“You realise you just ruined your shirt right?” Gray asked seeming almost hesitant to do so. It was when the cyborg aasked why exactly ‘they’ were stripping that he partly understood - it appeared he’d seen Gray strip and decided to do the same. “Well, uh, no reason really…”

[dacyborg-blog]

"I suppose my shirt died for nothing then.” Genos turned for a moment to mournfully watch the pieces of his shirt  blew off into the breeze. He stood there shirtless, but for a robot that just meant the armored plating on his chest was exposed. Robots had no feasible purpose for nipples after all. 

He did not really have, much else to say at this moment. He had been expecting a fight to break out or something serious to happen. Genos had this tendency of jumping the gun, sometimes quite literally back when he still had guns installed in his body. He reached behind his head an awkwardly scrabed the point where the fibers that made up his hair connected to the back of his neck, “So uh, what’s your name. Mine’s Genos.” That was how socialization worked right.