[muffled daft punk]

its a process iM WORKING ON IT its 2 am and i chugged a can of root beer

[eexvi-blog]

Bandit: To Vi! The best robot!

Vi: Not a robot.

Bandit: Girl.

Vi: Not a girl.

Bandit: And straight up hottie!

Vi: I am attractive, yes.

[eexvi-blog]

idk some goth lyrics or something

vi never got a chance to show off their scars, what a shame

[eexvi-blog]

“Do you think God stays in heaven because he too, lives in fear of what he's created?“

- Dr. Romero; Spy Kids 2 (2002)

[eexvi-blog]

vi has two(2) whole emotions

[eexvi-blog]

[ssendlessexpanse]

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[rebel-bandit]

Past Mistakes | Chapter 1

[rebel-bandit]

Hey Bandit, it’s your favorite resident jackass, here.

Huh. He’s just staring up at the ceiling.Vi steps out of the elevator and walks in his direction. They avoid getting too close, his comment making them a little more wary.

They glance up at the ceiling as well, a bit curious to see if there was anything that caught his attention. Not seeing anything right away, they drop their gaze.

Hmmm….

Vi pulls the plum out of their pocket, reels back, and chucks it at Bandit.

Bandit continued to keep his gaze focused on the ominous ceiling. Didn’t someone exit the elevator? He would’ve thought someone would have at least said something, but nope! It’s just silence!

He decides to see if he was just hearing things, he looked over to the elevator –

Thump!

A plum had just nailed him right in the chest. It was unexpected and hurt a little bit. Whoever threw it had done so in a full force pitch!

“Are you trying to start a fight? I’ll beat the–”

Oh. It’s Vi. Bandit couldn’t help but look annoyed. He really didn’t care too much about Vi. They weren’t interested in conversation with him before, so he decided they’d just be a robot and ignoring them back would probably be best for both of them.

“What do you want? I meant what I said! I won’t lose this game to you!”

[eexvi-blog]

Vi points up towards the ceiling, intending to signal their curiosity with why he was staring upwards. His next statement, however, draws their focus.

“I meant what I said! I won’t lose this game to you!”

Their head pauses mid-tilt. A pause. Then they slowly lower their hand, head tilting fully.

A crackling noise is emitted from the helmet, almost like radio static. The sound continues for a few seconds, Vi remaining eerily still. Slowly, the static clears to silence, before the steady voice seeps through.

“... So you have intent to kill, then?”

[nobodyheardyou-blog]

pollution & dust  :::  1

[nobodyheardyou-blog]

eexvi:

Hey, there’s a difference between “can’t” and “won’t”, dude. Take a guess which side Vi is on.

They stalk across the tiles, eyeing him while they take steady steps. Still hanging by the wall, on hand on the wall while the other hand down by their side. Vi pays particular attention when drags the shovel over.

Vi pauses mid step, seemingly thinking over their response.

“… If I give you an answer, will I get one in return?”

Nobody eyed the way Vi spooked when he moved the shovel and stifled a smile. There would be no convincing this one that he meant no harm. They didn’t seem the sort to buy into mere assertion.

“You kidding?” He shot a glance at the other passenger, and although he could not see their face he knew the answer to be no. “I’m all for cutting deals, kid, but I don’t need to know that bad.” Nobody let out a heavy breath and turned back to his work. He had all but resolved to let Vi leave when a new question invaded his thoughts. Before he could stamp it out, it was falling off his tongue.

“What do you do, anyway?” he asked. “You know, out there. On land.”

[eexvi-blog]

Hmph.

Vi steps towards the pantry, glancing inside. Rat poison. Wonderful. Really no shying away from that announcement, is there?

They move their fingers from the boxes to graze over the box of locks. Interesting....

“... Nothing too different from in here... Minus the whole... ‘forced to murder’ situation...”

They lift a lock, idly weighing it in their hand.

“If you are specifically referring to an occupation of sorts, I currently have none.

... And you?”

[rebel-bandit]

Past Mistakes | Chapter 1

Red? Red. Was it always red? No. It wasn’t. He’s 99% certain that it wasn’t this colour beforehand. If it were, why would he only now be noticing it? Sure, he didn’t really pay attention to the ceilings beforehand, but he can feel in his gut that something was different.

Of course, something is different. Dot had introduced the group to a game. The Killing Hour. What kind of game is that? Dot’s favourite apparently. Why a murder game, though? Is she serious? Well, things on the ship did change. They were caged in… how long can they be kept here? If no one participates in this game, then what would Dot to? She can’t force someone to commit murder, right? Even she has to abide by some rules! …right?

Either way, Bandit just wanted to shake off and forget about the events that took place on the deck with Dot. He was supposed to have a good time here! It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease Dot had instilled in him. The boy found himself walking over to the closest wall and punching it.

“Damn it!”

Bandit let a couple moments go by before he dropped his arm back at his side. He looked up at the foyer’s ceiling. It’s made up of a large clock that glows red. Yes, now he’s 100% certain that it wasn’t red before. Bandit reached his hand into his pocket and gripped his hand around the pocket watch he was gifted.

Just then, Bandit heard the elevator ding. Someone just came up to the deck. With his eyes still on the ceiling and a frown on his face, he greeted the newcomer.

“If you’re here to play the game, I can’t afford to lose to you. There’s things I still need to fix.”

[eexvi-blog]

Hey Bandit, it’s your favorite resident jackass, here.

Huh. He’s just staring up at the ceiling.Vi steps out of the elevator and walks in his direction. They avoid getting too close, his comment making them a little more wary.

They glance up at the ceiling as well, a bit curious to see if there was anything that caught his attention. Not seeing anything right away, they drop their gaze.

Hmmm....

Vi pulls the plum out of their pocket, reels back, and chucks it at Bandit.

[eexvi-blog]

Satisfaction Bring Me Back || Chpt. 1

[yumigahara-blog]

eexvi:

[ Should have been first suspicion. ]

Vi walks up to every door and repeats the action. Pushing it open, glancing inside, and tugging the door closed. Anyone could just walk in. Or, if someone were to somehow leave a danger in the room, a barricade could very well be a death sentence.

Lots of things to consider…

They turn and approach Daisy again.

[ Do you have such a security system in place? ]

Vi starts opening and closing every door, and Daisy watches them cautiously, wondering if she should stop the person. No one’s going to appreciate a stranger snooping around in their own rooms, after all. Much less in this situation.

She just walks to her room and steps in front of the door, though, smiling awkwardly at Vi.

I’m the security system, she types on her phone, giving a voiceless laugh.

[eexvi-blog]

Vi stops before her, looking her up and down.

They’re silent for a moment.

[ Understood. ]

They look side to side, glancing at the other doors.

[ Others should follow that line of thinking. ]

Seriously, Vi just walked up and opened almost every door. What could have stopped them from just camping out in someone else’s room?

[luminescentlumi]

Leave your Mark | Chapter 1 [OPEN]

[luminescentlumi]

eexvi:

Afraid?

Afraid of their face being known to a group of strangers turned potential attackers? Of this nosy, brightly-colored lady having some log on them? That, without the mask, they would lose the sense of power that comes with anonymity? Leaving them just as vulnerable?

….Pffft, naaaah. Vi has their own reasons for keeping themselves under wraps. One of the current reasons being: they find more entertainment in being an asshole to this chick. They almost want to laugh at her query.

Like, really. Who died and put her in charge. For all anyone knows, she could be using this to be able to plant evidence. She’s probably one of the only people on this boat that knows so much about this stuff, who’s to say everything she will say is truth?

Always watch out for the clever ones…

Vi pushes off the wall and approaches her setup. Taking a pen, they scribble away on a piece of paper, then slide it over to her.

[ No. Are you afraid, Lumi? ]

Now waiting for an answer, they turn and walk towards the bookshelves along the wall, running their fingers across the spines.

“Pfffft–…Ahahahaha! Oh no, darling. Not in the slightest. I think this is all quite entertaining!”

When was the last time she was truly afraid? Lumi honestly couldn’t recall. It wasn’t something she felt often, if ever. Even now, in this dire situation, she only felt excitement. There were so many mysteries to uncover, so much to learn… She was having far too much fun to be afraid. 

“Do you feel anything at all? Are you perhaps a robot underneath that mask? Now that would be a fascinating turn of events.”

Lumi crosses one leg over the other and sighs. Something like that was too far fetched to be real. Then again, that Dot was awfully strange… and her eyes were glowing earlier, weren’t they? Perhaps it’s not that hard to believe after all, but Lumi had the feeling Vi was just trying to get underneath her skin.

“Why don’t you pick one of those books out and give it a look? It might teach you how to speak.” 

[eexvi-blog]

Yep, figured as much.

Vi glances back at her little setup. Couldn’t wait to break out the toys, huh?

Their fingers tap against the books, occasionally tugging one out, only to push it back into place.

They linger for another moment, before pulling a book off the shelf. Vi sets the book in front of Lumi and tilts their head at her.

“......”

[nobodyheardyou-blog]

pollution & dust  :::  1

[nobodyheardyou-blog]

eexvi:

Trust? Oh, is that a thing we’re doing?

Between the first thought mute and possible robot, and the guy with a shovel and burning forks. Well, why don’t you call up Disney, ‘cause we got a hit on our hands.

Vi still has no real idea what it is he’s doing with the forks. Hm, at least he’s not as much an open book to just admit what he’s doing. Their silence is broken, albeit for only a moment.

“…Vi…. And you?”

Since they had spoken last this stranger had gained a voice—and now a name—and yet they still could not carry on a conversation.

“Nobody,” he answered. “Good to meet you properly. Not that it, uh … makes much difference.” Nobody looked down at his work. The shovel screeched against the counter when he pulled it over. He pressed his tongs into the spade—not quite soft enough—and returned his utensil to the flame.

“Alright, Vi. I’ve got a question.” He eyed the other passenger. “You dress like this in daily life, or is it strictly a here thing?”

[eexvi-blog]

Hey, there’s a difference between “can’t” and “won’t”, dude. Take a guess which side Vi is on.

They stalk across the tiles, eyeing him while they take steady steps. Still hanging by the wall, on hand on the wall while the other hand down by their side. Vi pays particular attention when drags the shovel over.

Vi pauses mid step, seemingly thinking over their response.

“... If I give you an answer, will I get one in return?”

[eexvi-blog]

Satisfaction Bring Me Back || Chpt. 1

[yumigahara-blog]

eexvi:

A glance back at Daisy’s screen, reading the messages she presents before Vi steps in front of a door. It’s certainly not their room, if the writing on the board is anything to go by.

They look the door up and down, before twisting the handle and holding their phone out to Daisy.

[ None of the doors have locks. ]

Huh, when did they type that out? They haven’t looked back to their phone since that last message. They push the door open and peer into the room. They don’t enter, just stand outside and observe, before tugging the door closed and turning back to Daisy.

Daisy watches Vi curiously as they walk around her, towards a room. One that doesn’t seem to be theirs?

She looks around, wondering if the owner of that room is around, but the hall is empty save for the two of them. Vi doesn’t seem intent on going in, anyway, and instead had told her of the lack of locks.

Is that so? We should be careful, Daisy types. She’s known about it, though. Perhaps it’s just Vi’s own way of continuing a conversation, so she takes it as a good signal.

You can block door from inside, she suggests, and set up something to know if anyone went in.

[eexvi-blog]

[ Should have been first suspicion. ]

Vi walks up to every door and repeats the action. Pushing it open, glancing inside, and tugging the door closed. Anyone could just walk in. Or, if someone were to somehow leave a danger in the room, a barricade could very well be a death sentence.

Lots of things to consider...

They turn and approach Daisy again.

[ Do you have such a security system in place? ]

[fantasmagoricas]

the storm on the sea | ch.1 open

[fantasmagoricas]

fantasmagoricas:

eexvi:

You got them pegged, Fanta.

Vi seems perfectly fine with walking in whatever awkward silence may occur. They keep their focus on the room the two of them are currently heading to, but occasionally eyes Fantasma out of the corner of their eye.

Their gaze lingers as she inspects their helmet, but they don’t comment on the action.

“… I wear it, because it does not come off.”

Fantasma paused, taking in Vi’s response for a moment. She tilted her head.

“The mask that does not come off… this is just the face. No?” Her tone remained light and cordial, but she stared at the visor of Vi’s helmet with different eyes. For a few beats she was quiet as her curious gaze lingered, then suddenly she drew back.

“I am sorry! Maybe it is difficult for you to talk about this.” she laughed and waved her hand dismissively, now sounding sheepish. She quickened their pace towards the observatory, if only slightly, and once they reached it she stepped aside and swept her arm towards the door, indicating that Vi should go ahead of her if they liked. “Our search begins!”

[eexvi-blog]

“Not a metaphor. Helmet can not be removed.”

Vi doesn’t seem to have difficulty broaching the subject, but they seem content to leave it at short, cryptic answers.

They keep their own pace as Fanta speeds up a bit. They pause at the door, looking towards her outstretched arm. Slowly, they step into the doorway and off to the side. Vi gazes around the room for a moment before turning back to look back to her.

[eexvi-blog]

Suffer In Silence || Event Reaction

Vi is up and alert at the first sound of distant knocking, well before it actually reaches their door. They hesitate before actually opening the door, after determining that it’s not someone trying to kill them.

They crack the door open, helmet peering into the hallway.

“I apologize for waking you… But I’ve been shot.”

Oh, now this was interesting. Vi keeps the door cracked, in case said shooter was aiming to finish the job. Although... he seems awfully kept together for a man who had just been shot.

Seeing the other passengers exit their rooms, and the eventual arrival of Dot, Vi opens the door further to step into the doorway.

Blanks in the gun? Hm. Now, was it an attempt to strike fear, or did the shooter really not check the clip thoroughly? Vi finds themselves half listening at this point.

Yeah, yeah, someone tried to shoot the priest... someone here is actually serious about the killing, blah, blah, blah... doesn’t know the difference between blanks and actual bullets, etc., etc.

In other words, nothing Vi needs to be bothered by at this point. It can wait until later.

And thus, Vi steps back into their room and shuts their door without a word.

[fantasmagoricas]

the storm on the sea | ch.1 open

[fantasmagoricas]

fantasmagoricas:

eexvi:

Vi slips a hand into their pocket, the other resting on their hip.

“…Vi.”

The promise itself doesn’t do much to dissuade their concerns, but they suppose her demeanor is something to go by. She probably wouldn’t make any attempts on their life right away.

Hopefully.

They look past her and down the hall. The observatory? Taking a few steps forward, gesturing ahead of them, they turn their head to Fantasma.

“…Good a place as any…”

‘Vi’ – if this name had any deeper meaning, Fantasma couldn’t begin to guess what it was. At least it was short enough to remember without much difficulty.

“It is nice to meet you, Vi! Then we go!” she announced, pointing to the end of the hall like an intrepid explorer aiming for a far shore. Even if they found nothing once they got there, the possibility that they might had filled her with energy.

With a partner like this, however, it was hard to make small talk… she doubted that they would appreciate even an attempt. But after only a few steps in silence Fantasma found herself speaking again, unable to stand keeping these thoughts to herself.

“Your mask, it is very good!“ she said, briefly angling her head to see the helmet from more angles. “I will not ask why you wear it. But it is very… striking! Bold!”

[eexvi-blog]

You got them pegged, Fanta.

Vi seems perfectly fine with walking in whatever awkward silence may occur. They keep their focus on the room the two of them are currently heading to, but occasionally eyes Fantasma out of the corner of their eye.

Their gaze lingers as she inspects their helmet, but they don’t comment on the action.

“... I wear it, because it does not come off.”

[shepherdsprayer-blog]

Valley of the Shadow of Death | Chapter 1 Open

[shepherdsprayer-blog]

eexvi:

“If they went to the lengths to make a giant cage, I don’t think jumping ship with a raft would be viable either…”

Vi turns, walking past Shepherd and around the podiums. Their fingers run across and tap against them. If murder really was the goal here, it was quite an advanced way to go about it. All the pomp and circumstance, too…

Someone certainly has a flair for theatrics. Ugh.

“… Do tell, did you hold any suspicions or doubts when you were invited?”

Right, there was a giant cage around this ship as well. It really was something of a prison…a prison of luxury, if you would. Ha, what an ironic situation; he might have made a sermon with that basis about not letting the material world bind spiritual belief if it wasn’t the literal situation he was in.

“Hm…a few. It all felt so out of the blue to receive that sort of invitation, I almost wanted to avoid entirely. Curiosity got the better of me, but I guess my first instinct turned out to be right.”

[eexvi-blog]

“It is likely the same for most here...”

Curiosity killed the cat...

Vi continues their round of the podiums, helmet faced forward while their hand idly grazes against them. They stop every now and again, pausing to tap on the wooden boxes of lightly tug at the bows.

“And, now that your curiosity has trapped you... what do you plan to do now, Shepherd?”