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yes, hello. is this an invitation to talk?

#brattygills

i guess people don't like books.

#i lost a follower after that.#*womp womp.*

cool idea:

talk to me.

#i'm interesting!#sometimes.#i uh.#i like books?#people still like books right.

apendaye

To him, this was just something he did on the daily. After all, he worked with tech in more ways than most people would ever dream of. That’s what happens when you spend some thirty odd years building things and working with robotics. However, with the way John talked, he was sure this was probably a lot more than a simple patch up. For a moment, he almost got lost in his thoughts before he heard the other speak up, listening carefully.

"Don’ worry about it, shit happens an’ it’s somethin’ that’s important t’ y’er daily life. ‘Ah ‘course y’er gonna freak out over it." He chuckled, pushing his hand in his pocket as he reached up with the other to his shades. "I uploaded th’ah image you drew of it t’ my shades. So I can run it through ‘ah program an’ get ‘ah render ‘ah it so my shades can focal in on it if I glance over it." It seemed he was doing just that, the first part anyways. He really was pulling out all the stops to find this voice box.

"Jus’ remember, if y’ah panic when y’er lookin’ f’er somethin’, you’ll overlook it every time." He said, gesturing that he was going to start his individual search. Honestly, he figured it’d probably be somewhere where it could’ve gotten snagged at. So he started his search where one would have to bend, crouch, or reach for something. It didn’t take him long to hone in on the small piece, especially when his shades blared the alert at him. But alas, what he find wasn’t in good shape.

For all it was worth, he really hoped this one was just a broken one that had been lost or discarded prior to the one John owned now. “John… Did y’ah happen t’ah have another one ‘ah these before th’ah one y’ah have now?” He asked, straightening up from the place between his washer and dryer to go hunt down the other. “Because if not, I think we need t’ah go back t’ah my place t’ah build y’ah ‘ah replacement.” In his palm was the broken remnants of the little voice box, a slight frown curving his lips. Well this wasn’t good at all.

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Looking at his shades, John made a quiet 'ooh' noise. That was... neat! Something he probably would never be able to figure out. He was grateful for the help. "Thank you." Sigh. "Yeah... it gets a little hard to keep my chill sometimes when I lose it... Heh. It IS important."

While Bro wandered away to another part of his apartment, John checked the usual places again, just in case he glossed over it. There were nooks (ew) and crannies that were not lit very well, so he could have easily not noticed it the first time in his panic. Well, he was more calm now! Maybe he'd have better luck this double-check. Until he heard Bro speak again.

"Uhm... No. That's the only one I have." Adjusting his glasses, he trotted over to the older man and - oh. Oh no. Mouth dropped open a little, hands creeping up to his cheeks. "F...fuck. No." Wheezing out his words, caught up in the devastation of his voice box being broken, he couldn't help not concentrating on not winding himself - and couldn't stop the frustrated tears welling in his eyes.

"Shit... Shit... I knew I needed to be more careful..." Fingertips pressed into his eyelids and he groaned, shuffling backwards and leaning against the back of the couch. "I'm stupid. I should have-" Little gasp for air. "-kept it on me..."

#apendaye #((bluhhhh sorry there's not much for him to say :C))

mikaylauwu

my dad asked me why i had 2 rewind n take a picture lmao he doesn’t understand…

bluh.

#there's something i haven't said in a while.#geez.

apendaye

Watching him react was priceless, but not in a hilarious way, more so in an endearing one. He wasn’t one for general emotive situations, but he figured having him able to talk would be better for finding the missing object at hand. Though Dirk would’ve liked to have had a more extensive device to use that emulated John’s voice instead of a throwback version of his younger self’s, this was better than nothing. He couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit at the amount of surprise on the other’s face before he just quirked a smile.

"It’s no problem. Jus’ remember, this is only temporary. I’d’ah cooked up somethin’ more ideal if I had th’ah parts an’ ‘ah couple hours on me, but hey, y’ah can only do so much with limits." He flashed a brighter smile before he looked around, squinting a little. Well, he should probably take the glasses off. Up close and personal was what he had problems with now a days, far away is what he could see fine. So he switched his glasses for his shades and hooked the ones not being used back on his shirt.

Settling with that thought, he turned his vision back to John. “Do y’ah remember th’ah last place y’ah had it? Y’er voice box I mean. An’ is it blue or was that jus’ th’ah colour you were writin’ with?” Would likely be easier to find if he had some clues after all. Though finding a needle in a hay stack was always a bit harder than finding a boulder.

echocomplex-blog

Nodding in total understanding (if a little blinded by the sheer amazingness that was this device (like holy heck, seriously)) he immediately excused the words. "No, of course you couldn't have known what was going on. And don't even feel a little bad, this is incredible. More than I've had in a long time." He'd been using his little voicebox since the end of the game, and while it was functional it - obviously - was easy to lose.

He looked back up at Bro at the words, now very obviously more optimistic than he had been, and shook his head. "I don't talk... to myself? At home? So I never really think about it until I need it. I was going to call work and ask to bring in some books when I noticed it was gone. It could literally be anywhere." And - oh. "It is blue. Sort of transparent-y a little bit. But you can see stuff on the inside. Techy magic and whatnot." He wiggled his fingers a little for emphasis. "I'm - Ugh. I'm really sorry for dragging you over here because of this. I just freaked out a little more than usual. I don't know why."

#apendaye #((if u wanna skip to bro finding it it's wedged between the washer and dryer and broken :') ))

apendaye

He might’ve been a little confused at first, but it made sense when the other tried to talk and ended up using a notepad instead. So that’s what he had meant by damages done. Well, he had no intention of poking fun. This was pretty serious, after all, the guy probably shouldn’t be straining his voice like that. So Dirk held up a hand, shaking his head. “Don’ worry about it, man. I’ll help y’ah find it.” Though the fact that it was so small would probably pose a problem. Why would he have a contraption that small? Judging by the little picture, he figured it usually rested around his neck. So he discarded the thought and made due with another one.

"Hold up." He said, rifling through his sylladex for a moment. Looking around, he made sure the space between him and everything else was adequate before he got his hover board out and set it in front of him. It only took him a few minutes more to pull out a multi-tool and a few parts that he kept around. With the idea he had, he figured it should work no problem for a temporary fix. Though he’d probably go about giving a more sound one later on if they couldn’t find the voicebox John was searching for.

He pushed his shades up, tugging his glasses out of his pocket to get a better look at what he was doing. After a few moments, he had put together a temporary patch like structure. “Here.” Dirk tossed the remnants of the parts and his board back into his sylladex before going near the other. “This is only temporary, I used th’ah chip fr’m Hal’s previous android body, specifically th’ah vocal chip. It wont be y’er voice, but it’ll pick up th’ah wave lengths of y’er brain by reading th’ah electrical signals it sends t’ y’er vocal cords when y’ah try t’ah say something. It’ll burn out in ‘ah couple of hours though because it only has a very small battery in it. When it does, it’ll jus’ stop workin’ an’ th’ah chip’ll be fried fr’m the short.”

The device was small, round, almost like a small bandage; in appearance. He reached out and gently stuck it to the other’s throat, adjusting his glasses to push them up. “Don’ actually try t’ah talk. Act like y’er lip syncin’ instead.”

echocomplex-blog

John watched him as he pulled stuff out, honestly frustrated enough that he was already blinking back tears. This happened so often, you think he would have learned by now. Maybe he should have just superglued it to his forehead or something. He'd never lose it that way. Huff. (Extra embarrassment came in to where he actually needed help. Ughhhh.)

Looking up when Bro spoke again, he was startled by the press to his throat; hands immediately lifting to inspect what had been put there. It was small, and just a teeny bit warm. Baby blues watched him as he gave instruction, feeling another little wash of an odd combination of shame and gratitude flood over him. Shaky little fingers signed 'Thank you' (legitimately one of the only things he could ever remember) before taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"Tuh.... Testing...?" Alarm (more like honest surprise) was immediately clear on his features, mouth open in surprise. "It works?" He sounded super different, and it was a little disconcerting, but he was... talking. Dammit, John, keep your cool. Hands lifted to hold his own cheeks. Holy cow. "Thank you... holy heck thank you."

#apendaye #((bro omg u already won him over))

apendaye

I’ll be there in ‘ah second.

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It wasn’t like he’d abandon the idea of helping someone out. All in all, it’s what he did best. Though he was wary, he wasn’t too concerned about it. If anything did happen, he’d defend himself and then bounce out. He pulled on his jacket and shades, putting the coordinates into the transportalizer before he whisked himself away to the home. Upon arrival, he just pocketed his hands and offered up a smile.

"So, what cha need help findin’?"

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Rubbing his hands over his face, John fell into a mild panic about his voicebox actually being gone. He hadn't dropped it in that gap between the stove and the counter, it hadn't fallen somehow down the little heating vent in the floor by his desk. No, it was just fucking gone. Initially hesitant to ask someone to help, he was getting desperate - and Bro had seemed really nice, and really the only person John had talked to at length for a while, so... Mmpf.

He heard his transportalizer go off and spun around, immediately reaching for where the voicebox usually sat between his collarbones and groping nothing. But habit won out, and before he could stop himself he was speaking in that damaged little whisper.

"My voi-" Same hand lifted to cover his mouth, the boy's cheeks turning dark red. He was shit at sign language. Ugh. Hanging his head a little, he shuffled to his desk and grabbed a notepad and a marker, scrawling on it.

He held it up, chewing on his thumbnail nervously.

"I'm sorry."

#apendaye

apendaye

Sure, I don’ mind lendin’ ‘ah hand. Jus’ shoot me th’ah coords an’ I’ll head over there.

echocomplex-blog

alright.

#you're so kind.#thank you...#attached file: coords.txt #apendaye

apendaye

Nah, I’m not all that busy. Y’ah need somethin’?

echocomplex-blog

er. i know you don't really know me that well, but... do you think you could maybe... come help me look for something...?

#iif not that's totally okay.#i'd understand.#apendaye

apendaye

Yeah? What’s up kid?

echocomplex-blog

...are you busy?

#apendaye

er. excuse me...?

#apendaye #((screw it i'll deal #i can just type my shit in wordpad then copy paste))

apendaye

They could, and then y’ah just need t’ah put it in th’ah same terms I did. Ain’t much anyone can say ‘r do about it now. Y’ah jus’ got’ah keep movin’. Might be ‘ah lil fucked up, but y’er breathin’ so that gives way t’ah healin’. If you’ve made it this far, then I’m sure y’ah can keep it up.

Now now, I don’ humour people. It ain’t in my nature t’ah be that nice. An’ you’ll get th’ah noogies first, lil man.

echocomplex-blog

well, sort of breathing! i mean, breathing, but not without difficulties. ha, ha! irony is always funny.

WHAT!! that is not fair. you'll have to catch me first. and even then. i'll put up a fight!

#this hair has been un-noogied for YEARS and i intend to keep it that way thank you.#l:#apendaye

apendaye

Couldn’ fault y’ah either way. Strategics in hell make y’ah decide on th’ah best choice at th’ah time. Right ‘r wrong, y’ah made th’ah one that looked th’ah most ideal f’er y’er situation.

Take it fr’m ‘ah guy who comes fr’m ‘ah glitched session an’ walked through it twice. Once as ‘ah kid myself, an’ th’ah second as ‘ah guardian. There are no right or wrong decisions in war, but th’ah consequences’ll bite y’ah even if they are right.

Why wouldn’ I wanna be y’er friend? Y’ah seem like ‘ah laid back guy. might as well play footsies with y’ah an’ develop some affection f’er y’ah t’ah give y’ah noogies an’ prank y’ah endlessly.

echocomplex-blog

well, they COULD, but i get what you're saying. and yikes, that's terrible. i'm sorry. i only had to do it once, but as i mentioned it still hecked me up pretty bad.

well idk! maybe you're just humoring me or something. but i can't say no to affection and pranks. i'll fight you on the noogies, though. :p

#apendaye