Stand down.

amaranth affiliated roleplay blog CODE:NEMESIS // EVE

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❄❄❄ (and a bit of glitter for the aesthetic~)

     It’s snowy. It certainly does feel like it’s been a while since Eve saw snow. Snow did have a nice look about it, and the way it glittered was always pretty. But with snow came playful children who couldn’t keep their silly snowballs to themselves.

     Luckily, snowballs were no problem for Eve; she smashed all of them mid-air before they hit her with no problem whatsoever. The problem, however, was that the snowballs were glittery, and the glitter burst all over her.

     Well, she did look good when glittery, she supposed. It wasn’t going to hinder her in a fight or during any activity, so she didn’t care too much if it stuck to her armor or skin. Although she wondered what kind of person would attack her with glittery snowballs…

     And upon turning, she was greeted with a pleasant surprise.

     “Ah… of course it’s you,” she had to mostly keep her cool, as always, but she really was happy to see a familiar face that wasn’t Add. “Aisha. Hello.”

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Send ❄ to throw a snowball at my muse!

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lupsyker:

As she denied any sort of knowledge about the nasod servants that followed his queen around, he merely hummed in response while a flicker of pink light came from his left eye. Figured.

The clear dismissal caught him a little off guard. Did knowing that there were two Adds make her that uncomfortable…? Regardless, he saved himself from some undignified spluttering at her words.

“Wha- Oh, come on Eve! I got your attention for a reason. You can’t just expect me to leave after getting one question answered.” It was almost childish the way he said it. Punctuated with a near-whine, he took a couple broad steps to stand next to her before looking down at the nasod with a grin. “You can at least tell me what makes you different from my queen. If you don’t have nasod servants, then what do you do?”

     “...I didn’t expect you to leave, although I had hoped you would. It seems just like the ‘Add’ I know, you’re going to disappoint me.”

     She could have been nicer about it, but really, why should she? She was being pestered for information (despite it being mostly harmless information) by the person she least wished to give details about herself to. And really, the attitude he had wasn’t helping him in the slightest. His whining, childish demeanor... Couldn’t she ever catch a break? He throws bread at her. He ignores her orders to leave her be. There could be worse first meetings, but that didn’t make this one good.

     A sigh. She looked up at his grinning face, a sort of glare in her eyes. Moby and Remy floated warily by her side. She raised her hand once again before flicking it downward slightly. One of her Nasod spears appeared from nothing and cut through the air, staying motionless for just a moment before vanishing once more.

     “Does that answer your question?” Pause. “Since I’ve shown you the base of my abilities, I request you do the same. What makes you different from Add?” What makes you dangerous? What do I need to look out for? What do I need to be afraid of?

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saikiku:

  [[ I get that a lot, and in contrary to anyone’s assumption, they’re just normal hair clips. ]] 

Despite given the option not to, he still answered the inquiry. Not that he planned to honestly reveal the device in question, rather, to kill the curiosity about it. It can only get worse if he evaded something that can easily be covered up in a few words.

And while Eve’s observing the control devices on his head, Kusuo took the opportunity to remove the excess water on his footwear. As much as he appreciates the concern for him, he can dry off on his own if only Eve isn’t as observant as she is.

     “Really? They are strange fashion choices for a human, but I do suppose they complement your outfit and hair in color. Your glasses are also a bit strange, but strange glasses are more common than robotic hair clips. Pardon my intrusion.”

     Although Eve paused after finishing her sentence, an unusually long pause before she spoke once more. While she’d heard his voice clearly, it hadn’t seemed that his mouth had moved at all. Telepathy? Perhaps. It concerned her a bit, as she wasn’t certain how telepathy would work on a Nasod such as herself. Her “brain,” certainly, was created out of Nasod code. Was it possible to transmit sound into something that wasn’t the mind of a technically-living being? Well, it must be, since it had just happened. Something to confirm for herself.

     “If I interpreted what just happened properly, you’re an esper? Telepath? Whose abilities also work on Nasods- er, robots in general, I suppose. Has this happened before..? I’d like to know.”

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𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

      To build a robot that could feel emotion was an incredible feat.

      To build a robot that could feel physical sensations was impossible.

     Eve had lived her hundreds of years of life never having any concept of what it was to feel a touch, be it malicious or kind. She knew when something had come into contact with her, but she felt nothing. Not even what would be known as numbness. Simply nothing. She had treated it as a blessing and a curse; as she knew it would help her function properly, but she’d also thought it could give her a better understanding of the world. But she had always lived thinking she would never experience any such thing pertaining to it.

     She had never expected a day to come where she would suddenly feel things in this way.

     At first, it was faint. And yet, it shocked her. Her artificial pupils shrank in surprise, and she visibly tensed up. The feeling of the false skin against the metal of her Nasod skeleton became more and more apparent. It was strange, unknown. It was scary. Terrifying.

     The slightly warm temperature of the air. The feeling of concrete beneath her feet. The strange gusts that blowed from one direction and then in the other. She had been a spectator in this afterlife apocalypse, doing what little she could to try to stop it (to no effect,) but now she’d become an involuntary participant in the chaos.

     “Ah… Aaah…”

     She would not scream. She could not scream. But she couldn’t contain the whimper, she couldn’t contain the artificial tears that started to flow freely from her artificial eyes. The regal Nasod queen crumpled to the ground, her artificial body shaking as it was overtaken by the very real sensations she could now experience.

[psiker-deactivated20170915]

@destructivecode liked for a Halloween starter

“Eeevveeee, have you collected any candy yet?!! You should give them to me. I looked into one for scientific reasons, considering how it’s strange that candy is just randomly giving out, and–it turns out it’s very dangerous for nasods.”

Add jumped off from Dynamo, landing in front of the Queen with an exasperated look on his features, chest rising up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He wondered, would she fall for this trick?

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     She hadn’t collected any candy yet, seeing little purpose in it, but upon this little ‘revelation’ she found herself more interested in doing so. He wasn’t exactly a trustworthy person, and it would be better to verify his words herself, but if it really was dangerous...

     “Is it dangerous to Nasods simply by exposure? Or only when consumed? How is it dangerous? What kinds of effects does it have?” If he could answer all of these, then maybe she would consider trusting his words just a little. If not, she’d have to take matters into her own hands for investigation.

[mutekina-blog]

Back in the village it had been no secret that Kenji had been born as a gifted person. He was not treated any diffrent, he was nothing special, just an ordinary farmer boy with superhuman strength. It was only when he had arrived in Tokyo for the first time that he was told himself to be different from other people. A human being with supernatural capabilities. He had been told to keep it a secret, and he tried, he really did, but when people in need of help appeared before him, it was easy to forget such small and unimportant things. Of course the old lady who had dropped an orange only to have it roll underneath a car was much more important.

However, now he was in another predicament. So when a voice called out to him, it was relief that filled the young boy.

          – “ Ah! Yes, thank you! Could you pick up that orange maybe? I can’t lift this and grab the fruit at the same time. ”

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     ...an orange.

     This boy had lifted up a car just to pick up an orange? It only showed as slight exasperation, but Eve found herself in a state of mild disbelief. Was it really worth doing this just to pick up an orange? And how was he even capable of doing something like that?

     Still staring, trying to understand what was happening, Eve walked over and picked up the orange, staring at it for a moment before returning to where she’d been standing before, and holding the orange out to the strange, superhuman boy.

     “This is what you needed, correct?”

[saikiku]

@destructivecode from this

As much as Kusuo enjoys the cold weather, he doesn’t appreciate the sudden downpour. More so when he underestimated the thunder which had instantly lead to a heavy downpour.

Running from the heavy rain as he headed to the nearest cover, he already knew that he has to share the roof with someone else beforehand. Not that he minds, but he’s bothered how he’s soaked and the inability to just use his power to remove the excess water in an instant. It wouldn’t be a problem if the attention wasn’t on him. 

There was no need for him to be worried about revealing his identity in afterlife given everyone’s own odd quirks. Still. he prefers to stay true to character and out of anyone’s radar like he always had been. But is it honestly worth the horrible sensation of squishy-wet footwear?

Looking at Eve upon hearing the concerned inquiry, he simply gave a small nod before looking at the thunderstorm.

… with Kusuo’s horrible afterlife choices, they can’t do anything but to wait for the storm to end.

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     His nod only half-relieved her concerns. The boy looked like a wet dog, almost. She felt a little sorry for him, and wished she could dry him off right there, but she lacked those kinds of capabilities. Some sort of blow-dry system had crossed her mind before, back in Hamel, but she certainly wouldn’t install it on herself, and she couldn’t figure out how to on Moby and Remy, so she’d just ended up living through it.

     Although she was content to sit in silence, the antennae on top of his head caught her eye. They resembled robotic equipment, and while she could easily tell they weren’t Nasod (as most of the strange technology in Amaranth) she was interested nonetheless.

     “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what are the antennae on your head for? You appear human, and they don’t. If you don’t wish to tell me, however, that’s perfectly fine.” 

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@destructivecode || continued from here

So this was the other Eve that bastard had mentioned. Silver hair, Moby and Remy floating off to the side, core in the center of her forehead, she was there in all of her queenly glory.

But she wasn’t his Empress.

“My name,” he started, a toothy smile on his face “is Add. Lunatic Psyker to be more specific. The bread was something to get your attention. Keheh, looks like it worked.” And Add stood there, hands in his pockets as he observed her. It was clear she was trying to wrap her head around another Add, just like the Queen he had met a little bit ago. “Let me guess, my Queen; the names Oberon and Ophelia have no meaning to you as well.”

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     Was this a sick “joke?”

     His name couldn’t actually be Add. No, it could be. His voice was the same, same name, same face, but no. It doesn’t have to actually be him. It’s a joke, that irritating sense of “humor.” Doubtlessly, this was some sort of prank that the Esper she knew had put someone up to, meant to frustrate her and confuse her, correct?

     The appearance of another version of herself was enough. She couldn’t possibly accept that there was more than one of him here.

     Once she got over her initial irritation about having bread thrown at her to grab her attention, she began to think about his words. He would be correct in assuming Oberon and Ophelia carried no significance for her.

     “No. I’ve never met anyone by either of those names before. Now leave me be.”

[woootao]

     “ i see. “

and as per her usual protocol, the seraph filed this newly gotten information in the depths of her data banks, alongside the image of her… other self? if she could call nemesis that. it’s jarring, to say the least ( not that it showed on her features ), to see herself take up a different path than her current one. she’d taken into account the exotic code during her reawakening, but ultimately set it aside, thinking heavily on another nasod baring the same code.

yet it seemed as though this other eve kept herself in control, a feat she’d thought impossible.

     “ the electra code. i translated the power of the el into a usable code and have since wielded it’s power. “ for a moment, she stopped, lifting her hand and touching her chest, where an unresponsive crystal simply lay. “ with some help, i obtained another code that was compatible with the electra code. the price to pay for it’s continual usage was the my circuit containing human emotions, but i believe it was well worth it. “

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     Eve listened intently to the other’s explanation. The Electra code. It was an option, but Eve, at the time of activation of the Exotic code had no choice but to turn to what seemed to be the most destructive of her choices. She too often found herself in the center of the fray to make another choice; the close-ranged combat style was necessary, despite the many risks in activating the code.

     Although, the statements her other self added on took her interest far more than another version of herself bearing a different code, as strange as that was to say. The price to pay was the emotional circuit, which meant that she was standing before a version of herself that had shed the hindrance of emotion, likely for good.

     She found herself wondering if she could have become like this, instead of her unnecessary emotions taking root in her as they had. She would have liked it that way. And yet, the thought, it scared her.

     “Do you have memory stored of the time before you shed the emotions? Do you know how it’s different?” A pause. “Is it better?”

[justsomerpstuff-blog]

♫ Owl City Starters 2/2 ♫

 ❝I feel like I’m falling.❞ 

 ❝Don’t let me go.❞ 

 ❝Will you be waiting here?❞ 

 ❝I fought off the monsters beneath her bed.❞ 

❝If my heart was a compass you’d be north.❞ 

 ❝I’ll catch you if you fall.❞ 

 ❝It could’ve been just another dream.❞ 

 ❝I heard you scream.❞ 

 ❝I’d never leave if it were up to me.❞ 

 ❝I’ll miss you with all my heart.❞ 

 ❝I’d rather be alone.❞ 

 ❝I don’t wanna leave without you.❞ 

 ❝I need a hug.❞ 

 ❝I’m scared they’ll forget me.❞ 

 ❝I survived.❞ 

 ❝I was never afraid.❞ 

 ❝I’m never letting go.❞ 

 ❝I’m sitting where I’m sp'osed to.❞ 

 ❝I would rather go swimming with Great White sharks.❞ 

 ❝I could really use a friend.❞ 

 ❝Just grin and bear it a while.❞ 

 ❝Tonight, I’m busting out.❞ 

 ❝I’m not afraid anymore.❞ 

 ❝I wanna feel alive forever.❞ 

 ❝I just wanna feel alive.❞ 

 ❝I saw your face in a criminal sketch.❞ 

 ❝I’m ready to take on the world.❞ 

 ❝I’m up here alone.❞ 

 ❝I’m in if you want to get down tonight.❞ 

 ❝There were days when each hour was a war I fought to survive❞ 

 ❝There were nights full of nightmares❞ 

 ❝Don’t let the fire die.❞ 

 ❝It gets better.❞ 

 ❝I’m tired of waking up in tears.❞ 

 ❝I’m sick of the past I can’t erase.❞ 

 ❝I ain’t too sure what I believe in❞ 

 ❝No looking back.❞ 

 ❝This isn’t the end.❞ 

 ❝I’ll never doubt you.❞ 

 ❝I can’t live without you.❞

[quotemadness]

Don’t you understand that from the day I loved you everything has changed for me?

Leo Tolstoy (via quotemadness)

[destructivecode]

┐('～`；)┌

┐(‘～`；)┌ : When your muse can’t answer something, what do they do?

“I don’t know,” she’ll tell them, but it’s very likely that she’ll immediately begin hunting for an answer, or at least things that could help to form one, to help herself gather information for her database as much as to help other people. 

Send my character ❦ and a name, and they’ll reveal something they love about said character. Alternatively, send ☓  for something they dislike about them.

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🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞

     This… this was not like the other bread-throwing incidents. A single bread from that one she didn’t want to think about, another from that one who always seemed to assist in unsettling the peace, and now, likely more than a hundred, too quick to analyze, from none other than the Esper himself.

     One, two, three, four, maybe even a little more, she could handle that with ease. But this amount of bread… She could have used Atomic Shield, had she seen it coming earlier, but it was far too late.

     Several pieces of bread hit her like bullets from a gun, although their effects were far from similar. She just stood there and endured it, a frustrated and maybe even disappointed look on her face as she stared forward.

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🍞🍞

     Two loaves of bread, knocked away by Moby and Remy as quickly as they flew at her. This was strange. The second time today that bread got thrown at her… Isolated incidents, or connected? She’d have to look further into it.

     “…what are you doing?”

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ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ: What irritates your muse the most?

People intentionally trying to provoke any sort of emotion out of her, whether it be happiness, sadness, anger, or something else entirely.