German Roboticist

[SIDEBLOG TO CAPTAINSNAKEPANTS] Hey there, I'm Tyler! I know I don't look like much, but trust me, if you've got cybernetics that need repairing or replacing, I got you covered! Just...don't mind my girlfriend. She's clingy. var sc_project=11105854; var sc_invisible=0; var sc_security="1c44df67"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

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This Blog Is Archived.

I don’t use Tyler a lot, but I love what few interactions he had, so the blog will stick around. 

I may come back to him, I may not, until then, archived.

[constrictingcoils]

These seem to get around pretty well, so let’s give it a shot! Like or reblog this if you’d be interested in RPing with a Vampiric, fandomless OC! Jaegar’s just a slightly rude boy who kills otherworldly monsters, gets paid, and bakes a mean ciabatta roll. Open to any fandom, any setting, and interactions 

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muketsukanjononai:

“Ah….damn it….lost it. Now I just feel weird.”

“What happened?”

[sebiisms]

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pheramoreandnidaphyx:

deutschmechaniker:

Hover seems to be just as interested in Fiore as the man is in it, leaning forward and angling its camera inside is optic, like a bird tilting its head. It seems to be very interested in DeRosa, for one reason or another, and Tyler pokes it just below the optic, making his flinch backward, harmlessly, in surprise. Cute.

“He has a bad habit of staring. He’s long reached his full potential as an A.I., but he still likes to learn, and he doesn’t have the hardware for me to implant a sound card for a voice.” He was still working in that direction, but after multiple experiments- all ending in horrific, garbled screeching- he’s started to abandon the idea of giving Hover a voice.

Tyler shakes DeRosa’s hand back, surprisingly firmly and businesslike for such a meek personality, with a more confident smile than before. “I live in a city like that. It’s pretty, but the people are as weird as they are colorful.” Letting go, now, he sighs, still wearing that soft smile. “It’s good to know you won’t bite, though. I’d hate to have to explain to Emma that I’m a werewolf now…” A twittering chuckle; clearly he meant for that to be a lighthearted jab.

“I don’t mind, honestly. I’ve never seen a machine quite like it - machines are considerably more crude where I’m from, at least where things like that are concerned. Nothing small, and certainly nothing that can think for itself. We have airships, but not self-aware robots.” Such was what happened to a world that relied on magic as much as machinery.

Fiore wondered what Luxendarc would look like when it did reach that time. What would the state of it’s magic be? The state of the world in general?

“A werewolf? Well, I’m pretty sure I don’t transform once a month, although I’m sure I know at least one person who would be more than happy to call me a beast.” He laughed. “Ah, perhaps I should go visit this city of yours, then? It would be nice to fit in a bit more, for once. Maybe find some things to add to my already delightfully loud wardrobe. I’m afraid nothing here is to my taste. So bland. It makes me miss Florem.”

“Yeah...where I’m from is just a little more ahead than the rest of the world. We’ve got “smart” vehicles that drive themselves, and hard light, and things like that, but magitech, too. It’s weird, man.” Still, he seems quite proud of his robot, patting Hover a few times to show his affection for it. 

And then, a wide grin as Fiore plays along, his round eyes twinkling with laughter. “Really? Why? You don’t seem all that bad, sir.” And the idea of him visiting Eveny... “Ooh, maybe! You’d have a better time of it. It’s winter, so all the hunters are holed up in their houses. They don’t mind the cold, since they’re from Norway, but why go out in it when you know it can be nice and warm, y’know? Gives us a chance to go out without any trouble. But, yeah, if you like it garish, there’s plenty that’ll match your style.”

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pheramoreandnidaphyx:

deutschmechaniker:

Tyler scowls just a bit in confusion, while his companion, Hover, a black flybot with silver decals denoting both its name and his own, the former being much larger on its chassis than the latter, flits close to investigate. It has a single, central optic not unlike that of a security camera, which “blinks” with an amusingly shutterlike sound. It chirps at DeRosa, then perches on Tyler’s shoulder with its little, birdlike feet, its wings folding behind it.

“Hover, manners! Sorry about him. You’ve been here a year? Wow, um…hm. No, I guess you don’t dress like a local, you stick out like a sore thumb. Um…I’m- I’m Tyler. It’s nice to meet you.” He holds out a hand, now, a soft, nervous smile on his face. He’s taller than DeRosa, but he acts much smaller than he is, his chestnut eyes darting, just slightly, to take in everything about the older man.

The little machine caught Fiore’s attention for a moment - now there was a use. Well, potentially. He’d have to see, but either way, the machine was fascinating. Who had built it? This man, Tyler? Or had somebody else…? Fiore had to wonder what it had just done, but it hardly seemed like it had done something bad.

“Not a problem - curious machines are the least of my worries.” Quite the opposite, really. He was fascinated and interested by it to be honest. “Ha! Like a sore thumb, ey? I used to live in a city where dress like this was… not common, but it certainly blended in a fair sight more than here. Most of my wardrobe is too ‘loud’ for these people.” And gods, did he hate it.

The man’s hand was held, shaken in a manner he intended to be friendly, looking up at the other. He wasn’t used to being the smaller one, but obviously in terms of personality they were opposites. Tyler seemed incredibly nervous.

“I won’t bite.” Much. Maybe later he’d bite, given the opportunity. “You needn’t be so nervous.”

Hover seems to be just as interested in Fiore as the man is in it, leaning forward and angling its camera inside is optic, like a bird tilting its head. It seems to be very interested in DeRosa, for one reason or another, and Tyler pokes it just below the optic, making his flinch backward, harmlessly, in surprise. Cute.

“He has a bad habit of staring. He’s long reached his full potential as an A.I., but he still likes to learn, and he doesn’t have the hardware for me to implant a sound card for a voice.” He was still working in that direction, but after multiple experiments- all ending in horrific, garbled screeching- he’s started to abandon the idea of giving Hover a voice.

Tyler shakes DeRosa’s hand back, surprisingly firmly and businesslike for such a meek personality, with a more confident smile than before. “I live in a city like that. It’s pretty, but the people are as weird as they are colorful.” Letting go, now, he sighs, still wearing that soft smile. “It’s good to know you won’t bite, though. I’d hate to have to explain to Emma that I’m a werewolf now...” A twittering chuckle; clearly he meant for that to be a lighthearted jab.

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pheramoreandnidaphyx:

deutschmechaniker:

–?

He’s never seen this guy before. And lord knows he’d recognize him if he had, he’s so flashy. And kind of…off-putting. Oh, well, only one way to resolve this particular inner turmoil. “H-hey, are you new? I am too; I just got off the ferry yesterday.”

Fiore paused in his walking - conversation? With a stranger, no less. He’d more prefer to continue on, but who knew. The man could be useful, and who would throw away a potential tool? The very least he could do was lay threads around the city, make himself seem like more than ‘that strange old man that dressed loudly’.

“No, I’ve been here for a year or so. Technically new, but not in the same manner as you. Not that I blame you for the mistake - I don’t exactly dress like a local, now do I~?” A gesture at himself; flashy as his coat truly was (outside of Luxendarc, at least. God the fashion here was boring) he was loathe to part with such a staple of his wardrobe. “This place looks intimidating but I assure you it isn’t. At least not nearly so as some of the places I’ve been.”

Tyler scowls just a bit in confusion, while his companion, Hover, a black flybot with silver decals denoting both its name and his own, the former being much larger on its chassis than the latter, flits close to investigate. It has a single, central optic not unlike that of a security camera, which “blinks” with an amusingly shutterlike sound. It chirps at DeRosa, then perches on Tyler’s shoulder with its little, birdlike feet, its wings folding behind it.

“Hover, manners! Sorry about him. You’ve been here a year? Wow, um...hm. No, I guess you don’t dress like a local, you stick out like a sore thumb. Um...I’m- I’m Tyler. It’s nice to meet you.” He holds out a hand, now, a soft, nervous smile on his face. He’s taller than DeRosa, but he acts much smaller than he is, his chestnut eyes darting, just slightly, to take in everything about the older man.

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pheramoreandnidaphyx:

[He’s walking along, seemingly towards somewhere specific - dressed… oddly well. Fiore is still wearing his flashy red coat, but underneath is a confusingly formal suit-like attire. Either he’s changed his ways, or he’s learned a bit about looking like a normal person.]

--?

He’s never seen this guy before. And lord knows he’d recognize him if he had, he’s so flashy. And kind of...off-putting. Oh, well, only one way to resolve this particular inner turmoil. “H-hey, are you new? I am too; I just got off the ferry yesterday.”

[deutschmechaniker]

SCREAMS

I’m still here, but I’m debating archiving this blog and making a new one for another character. 

[deutschmechaniker]

“Boy, you spend a few months off building things and suddenly everything dies.”

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

My muse is feeling touch-starved.

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

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OPEN RP - Touch of Ash

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soulofgenocide:

deutschmechaniker:

“So they probably live in the mountains. They’re on the island somewhere, I guarantee you.” Or otherwise they were in the planar space. Tyler had been to what the city folk call “Hell,” a dimension that, while horrifying, didn’t require you to die a sinner to go to. It was just where demons lived, and it made no goddamn sense.

Tyler shudders at the pop, a chill raising the hairs on the back of his neck. He didn’t like those noises, not even slightly. And then he’s given a pen and paper. “You mean- right now? Okay…”

He sits on the arm of the couch, now, and scribbles something down:

Emma,

          Someone asked me to take him on a quick trip around town, but don’t worry, he’s friendly. Unfortunately, he won’t take no for an answer, so I might be gone when you come home. Don’t come looking unless you don’t hear back from me by tonight.

Maus ❤

He sticks this note out in the garage, where he knows she’ll be, and sighs. “Okay, I guess we’re going. Where first?”

“Well if I leave this place I don’t know if I’ll ever find my way back since I don’t know the exact location. So might as well.”

He hummed quietly to himself when Tyler sat on the couch and wrote the note. Looking around Tyler’s home from where he stood while his threads sneakily slithered around too. All of them silently retracting though when Tyler finished and placed the note in the garage.

“Well. I’ve no idea, can’t really think of the first thing I’d want to see in a magical city. If it were a medieval one I’d say show me the Keep, but considering all the tech..”

Genocide placed his hand on his chin.

“Show me the places in the city you enjoy.”

“...Fair enough...” He can’t argue with that, so he just doesn’t, trying not to be so nervous, but it’s hard. This guy just showed up, and now he’s demanding a tour of the city.

“The places I enjoy? Let’s go to the docks first, then!” He grabs his board, now, and starts to head out the door, holding the door open for Gen. He’s unable to sneak out from under his bots’ radar, though, and Hover zips out to join him, chittering. “You, too? All right, looks like we have a little group! Perfect, he can keep an eye on you in case you decide to act up.”

[wolfrider-ruavi]

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

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OPEN RP - Touch of Ash

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soulofgenocide:

deutschmechaniker:

“Honestly, they’re probably here. Wouldn’t be shocked. I mean, if dragons and regular demons can live here, who says demon penguins can’t?”

He squicks out a bit at Gen removing his brain, or, at least, effectively doing so, before he blanches again, some rancid memory creeping up that he’d thought he’d blocked out. “Why would you do that put it back in before I barf.” He speaks quickly, the little mouse, panicking more than a little. He understands, certainly, that Gen isn’t really hurting himself, but seeing such a thing is making his stomach roil on itself in ways he didn’t think it could.

“Uh-” he has to clear his throat, turning chestnut eyes away from the brain in Gen’s hands. “She’s nice enough. I don’t know her personally, but she has a high approval rating. I don’t know if I’d be the best tour guide, but I can try. I don’t know when Ems’ll be back, but she’ll flip if I’m not here without some kind of notice.”

“I mean I’m sure they could, but do you know how rare they are? I’ve only seen two in my lifetime. No better masters of ice magic.”

Genocide let out a happy sigh before stuffing his brain back inside his head. Even though it was only made of energy, there was a slightly.. wet sounding pop when it slipped back in. His eyes seemed to lose their natural amber color for a moment, turning black, before fading back to amber. The change was followed by him shaking his head to try and snap everything back in place.

When Tyler brought up someone named Ems and that they’d need notice, he just slowly opened a portal to his left. A small one, nothing that would cause any problems. From it he pulled a pen and a piece of paper which he held out to Tyler.

“A note is technically notice.”

“So they probably live in the mountains. They’re on the island somewhere, I guarantee you.” Or otherwise they were in the planar space. Tyler had been to what the city folk call “Hell,” a dimension that, while horrifying, didn’t require you to die a sinner to go to. It was just where demons lived, and it made no goddamn sense.

Tyler shudders at the pop, a chill raising the hairs on the back of his neck. He didn’t like those noises, not even slightly. And then he’s given a pen and paper. “You mean- right now? Okay...”

He sits on the arm of the couch, now, and scribbles something down:

Emma,

          Someone asked me to take him on a quick trip around town, but don’t worry, he’s friendly. Unfortunately, he won’t take no for an answer, so I might be gone when you come home. Don’t come looking unless you don’t hear back from me by tonight.

Maus ❤

He sticks this note out in the garage, where he knows she’ll be, and sighs. “Okay, I guess we’re going. Where first?”

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OPEN RP - Touch of Ash

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soulofgenocide:

deutschmechaniker:

“I think there’s some magic involved. It couldn’t have just melded with me so perfectly through science and biology, I took out someone’s heart to get this- well, okay, more accurately, she offered it to me for…some reason, I wasn’t able to ask.” Or at least, he doesn’t remember if he asked, and if he did, what answer he got. That was over a year ago.

“Do you have any idea how much information a criminal would love to get his hands on is in my brain? I’m glad I can’t be mind-hacked; someone could usurp the Queen and take over the city with the knowledge I have.” Or, on the flip side, make crime damn near impossible. Too bad Tyler is morally neutral.

“It’s a gathering place for monsters and people with powers. Dragons, beast-folk, werebeasts, you name it, and they’re probably here.”

“Don’t you make that promise unless this city has demonic penguins.”

He thought for a moment before placing both hands on his own head, and slowly moving them toward Tyler. After a second of nothing, an energy brain came slowly slipping out of Genocide’s head. It was a dark red and transparent, with a line that still was connected to his forehead once it was completely out.

“I understand that feeling, whats in this thing is well, apocalypse capable. Secrets of my species, secrets of myself, all which pretty much are just keys to ending the world. Or at least ruling it if someone is twisted enough.”

He started poking at parts of his energy brain.

“This has its flaws too but none make it accessible by others. So, your city has a Queen? Is she nice? Oh, can you show me around the city?!”

Magical city. Had to see it. Also removing his brain like that may have made him a bit stupider.

“Honestly, they’re probably here. Wouldn’t be shocked. I mean, if dragons and regular demons can live here, who says demon penguins can’t?”

He squicks out a bit at Gen removing his brain, or, at least, effectively doing so, before he blanches again, some rancid memory creeping up that he’d thought he’d blocked out. “Why would you do that put it back in before I barf.” He speaks quickly, the little mouse, panicking more than a little. He understands, certainly, that Gen isn’t really hurting himself, but seeing such a thing is making his stomach roil on itself in ways he didn’t think it could.

“Uh-” he has to clear his throat, turning chestnut eyes away from the brain in Gen’s hands. “She’s nice enough. I don’t know her personally, but she has a high approval rating. I don’t know if I’d be the best tour guide, but I can try. I don’t know when Ems’ll be back, but she’ll flip if I’m not here without some kind of notice.”

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scrxll:

@deutschmechaniker

“S-Sorry, I’m sorry.” Setau murmured, stepping back quickly and awkwardly stooping to pick up his and the other’s books that had fallen in their collision. “I wasn’t looking–” He was in fact skimming a new release when he had bumped into the other, a habit he really needed to kick. “These should be yours, right?”

“N-no, it’s fine, I wasn’t looking, either.” Hover, Tyler’s little flybot, chitters in a way that suggests laughter, and he has to shush it, waving his hands at the white, bug-like ‘bot. “But, yeah, thanks, uh- who’re you?”

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OPEN RP - Touch of Ash

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soulofgenocide:

deutschmechaniker:

“Yikes. And here I was, thinking a soul was a person’s essence, not some…” Hentai reject. “…Weird, destructo-beast.” Better. Tyler’s more than happy to let Genocide inspect his arm, which has a sort of matte-black look to it, as if he’d dumped pigment on his arm, but it’s broken up by places following his muscles that are full of a dim, yellow light, and bent-up gears that don’t look like they should be turning, but do so anyway. They even make noise, a soft whirrrrrr emanating from the cluster.

“Make it? Nah. It’s nanites, I think. Biotech. I got it from someone. I used to be a totally normal human, but, well, stuff happens. I can turn them into just about anything I want them to be.” To prove his point, his shifts those blunt claws into gnarly-looking, razor-sharp mini-scythes, each with that same motif, then turns his whole arm into a blade, and then a buzzsaw, each “weapon” following that rule of jet-black, with the yellow-backlit gears. And then, he’s able to switch it back to normal so easily, his skintone returning as black “veins” of nanites recede back into his body, leaving a normal hand.

“Dunno how they work, but it’s wicked as all hell. But, no, I don’t have a robo-brain. That’s still how it ought to be, I think.”

“So its just science then, huh?”

He still seemed interested in the arm as Tyler made it shift, but did seem a bit sad it wasn’t just magical tech. It was rare to find anyone who had found the perfect combination between magic and science. He himself had done it quite a few times, but mostly just with alchemy and low level tech magic. Nothing that was enough to make artificial body parts though.

“Having a brain that can’t be hacked is really how it should always be. Unless its required for preservation of life, and even then I’d rather not be part machine. Not that I’d ever need artificial limbs, I just regenerate.”

He poked Tyler’s hand when it returned to normal.

“So is this city just, like, a gathering place for people with enhancements? Or are you one of the rare few?”

“I think there’s some magic involved. It couldn’t have just melded with me so perfectly through science and biology, I took out someone’s heart to get this- well, okay, more accurately, she offered it to me for...some reason, I wasn’t able to ask.” Or at least, he doesn’t remember if he asked, and if he did, what answer he got. That was over a year ago.

“Do you have any idea how much information a criminal would love to get his hands on is in my brain? I’m glad I can’t be mind-hacked; someone could usurp the Queen and take over the city with the knowledge I have.” Or, on the flip side, make crime damn near impossible. Too bad Tyler is morally neutral.

“It’s a gathering place for monsters and people with powers. Dragons, beast-folk, werebeasts, you name it, and they’re probably here.”