“I'll need your Fur, your Paws, and your motorcycle.”
>> CHARACTER DIAGNOSTICS
C-800 goes by He/It pronouns.
HOSTILE. But for the sake of everyone, C-800 has been programmed to have some restraint. But don’t push it.
Keeps his true cyborg identity a secret, but sometimes it’s code messes up.
Is usually on all fours but can become bipedal.
It’s really good at dancing. Don’t ask, he just is.
Has a large assortment of guns, and won’t mind showcasing them, in more ways than one.
Makes a lot of Terminator references…
Very dangerous to any lifeform who comes in his way. Except Tink, he’s chill.
Do not expect C-800 to be kind to ANY C-1000's. It can and will become very violent.
[ >> [4/20/26] DATA LOG: TERMINATE TARGET. FAILED. ]
[ >> LOST RECEIVER ANTENNA. NO LONGER BOUND BY ORDERS. ]
[ >> INSERT [ W/O RECIEVER ] IN YOUR ASKS TO SPEAK TO A TAMER C-800. ]
>> RULES/OOC
Any roleplay that ends in C-800 being damaged or destroyed are considered "non-canon" to the blog, as someone needs to keep this blog running! Any incidents involving C-800 getting "eliminated" he refers to as "other models from different timelines."
This blog contains mentions of Guns, Violence, Swearing, and lots of killer-feline-machine activities.
No straight up NSFW asks, Mod is a minor!!
Somewhat flirty asks are okay as long as they aren't super out-there, C-800 wont understand anyway. (BUT DON’T BE WEIRD TO MOD.)
Mod is in Act 3, so spoilers ahead!!!!!
Mod personally ships Maisie x C-800, but for Maisie blogs, unless you initiate, I will not as I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable!
Ships will be tagged accordingly but separated from the main tags to organize ships and non-ship posts!
OC X CANON IS ALLOWED!! Though Mod will guess off of interaction alone.
Any other roleplay blogs are allowed to interact! I’d love to see some interactions!!
i have recently discovered how to send messages over this without having to approach them. I have questions for you.
how do you hunt with that loud instrument of yours? I would think that its like a bell around your neck, not to mention what you kill has very little flesh to eat, simply becoming a stain on the ground.
how are you not get swarmed by the bloodsuckers? (ooc: mosquitoes) considering the time you spend near common drinking spaces you should be covered in bites, although you are skilled, I doubt you can catch a creature so tiny midair
@child-of-vale (ooc: did you know I, baldmelvin have an rp blog)
My weaponry's noise does not concern me.
For anything that hears, knows to get of my way.
The louder, the better.
And for those "Blood Suckers". They do little damage to my flesh, so I have no need to focus on them.
Those organisms are pesky to terminate, anyway.
[ A giant, pale cat enters the alleyway. Its expression hidden by the pitch-black shades it wears. ]
Are you the one in charge of these tiny organisms? Because if so, get them away from me.
[ A group of kittens are following the mysterious cat… It seems super annoyed by them. ]
— @feline-from-another-world (If they are your kittens is up to you!)
[ Maisie flinched at the voice and whipped around to face the large cat. Before she could bare her teeth, her eyes fell onto the cluster of kittens behind it. ]
"Ay, you three! Get yer tails over here RIGHT NOW! What'd I tell ya about stranger danger?! I was bouta tear up all of Boon County just to find you hairballs!"
[ Once the kittens scurried over by her side, she gave them a quick look-over. She let out a relieved sigh after confirming they were okay. Maisie then looked back at the strange cat and quickly moved in front of them protectively. She was a little conflicted. It had lead her kittens to her, but she felt off about this cat. ]
But to answer your curiosities, I was merely roaming the Alleyway until these . . . "Hairballs", ended up in my path.
At first, I paid no attention, but they kept spouting nonsense about some "mother."
[ The feline stared into Maisie, threateningly. Then, a "𖦏" appeared upon their glasses as they spoke. ]
They're lucky I didn't resort to my usual methods.
-part of Her sees a chance with this Entity. A chance at understanding. A chance worth the risk of an altercation. Could another out there be beholden to the Splendor of Possibility? Of things that have and have not happened?-
'Of how multiple Possibilities can be True all at the same time. Even seemingly contradictory ones. That the die in the closed Box can be Observed to have rolled a 2 by one person, and to have rolled a 5 by another, and for Both to be right.'
-She takes a moment, closing Her eyes, & Centering Herself, before reopening them, & speaking-
'As You are, You have not yet been to The House on The Hill, have You? Or if You have, You've not Lost to The One who is there?'
[A maiden, who seemed to appear out of nowhere noticed this odd robot cat]
“So you’re the infamous C-800. I’ve heard of you. I observed that pathetic battle you had at the house on the hill. And falling in love with an alley cat? Do you know how much of a pathetic scrap of metal you are? Weak.”
[eesh..harsh.]
-@maidenofthefuture
[ >> THREAT DETECTED: CYBERNETIC LIFEFORM. ]
Hpmh. Ironic of you to call me weak, C-400.
[ The C-800 hisses as it circles you. “Marking” you with its eyes. ]
Your pathetic attempts at deception are faulty. Any organism can tell you do not belong among them.
Yet… You continue to run your mouth without proper evaluation. Never thought a cybernetic organism could be so ignorant.
[the maiden huffed arrogantly, annoyed that such pathetic piece of scrap was talking to her like that.]
“To be fair, you also dont belong here. We all know that. So does C1000. Yet, all that pathetic liquid metal brat does is mourn. Mourn the loss of a weak feline he never truly reciprocated his feelings to. Why? Because i killed her. I kill distractions of you cyborgs to get back on track.”
”oh please. Your business does not concern me. That feline your always with doesnt concern me. Im only here to warn you that one singular step out of line, shes dead. Thats my only task. Get the intel. And do what ever you do. I’ll show mercy for once.”
[C-400 didnt seem to move. She seemed to be observing.]
“your threats dont mean anything to me. Remember the words from the maiden, C800. It doesnt matter if your the new or old models. Dont. Step. Out of line. That Maisie feline. Ive already met her. I didnt do anything. Simply observing. I didnt want to be here you know.”
-part of Her sees a chance with this Entity. A chance at understanding. A chance worth the risk of an altercation. Could another out there be beholden to the Splendor of Possibility? Of things that have and have not happened?-
'Of how multiple Possibilities can be True all at the same time. Even seemingly contradictory ones. That the die in the closed Box can be Observed to have rolled a 2 by one person, and to have rolled a 5 by another, and for Both to be right.'
-She takes a moment, closing Her eyes, & Centering Herself, before reopening them, & speaking-
'As You are, You have not yet been to The House on The Hill, have You? Or if You have, You've not Lost to The One who is there?'
Manipulating those to do your biddings… How clever. Is it possible I can learn this ability?
[ A giant, pale cat ends up in your way, it seems curious about your techniques of combat. But you can’t help but notice the shotgun hoisted in its back… ]
— @feline-from-another-world
Well would you look at that, a walking, soulless husk that isn't from Morana's collection.
You can almost certainly try to learn my style, but I get the feeling you don't quite have the gentle touch needed, you'd be more suited to excessive intimidation.
Use that gun of yours not for the kill but to maim and cause suffering, it's one thing to just blast someone's head off, but if you take chunks out of them, bit by bit, letting point blank scattershot sear and half cauterize the flesh...
Well they'll be much more willing to aid you as much as their damaged form can. I've even had a few converts begging for... We don't need to go into the gory details on that.
Just make sure to pace yourself, I can correct mistakes to a certain degree, I'd guess you can't.
[A maiden, who seemed to appear out of nowhere noticed this odd robot cat]
“So you’re the infamous C-800. I’ve heard of you. I observed that pathetic battle you had at the house on the hill. And falling in love with an alley cat? Do you know how much of a pathetic scrap of metal you are? Weak.”
[eesh..harsh.]
-@maidenofthefuture
[ >> THREAT DETECTED: CYBERNETIC LIFEFORM. ]
Hpmh. Ironic of you to call me weak, C-400.
[ The C-800 hisses as it circles you. “Marking” you with its eyes. ]
Your pathetic attempts at deception are faulty. Any organism can tell you do not belong among them.
Yet… You continue to run your mouth without proper evaluation. Never thought a cybernetic organism could be so ignorant.
[the maiden huffed arrogantly, annoyed that such pathetic piece of scrap was talking to her like that.]
“To be fair, you also dont belong here. We all know that. So does C1000. Yet, all that pathetic liquid metal brat does is mourn. Mourn the loss of a weak feline he never truly reciprocated his feelings to. Why? Because i killed her. I kill distractions of you cyborgs to get back on track.”
”oh please. Your business does not concern me. That feline your always with doesnt concern me. Im only here to warn you that one singular step out of line, shes dead. Thats my only task. Get the intel. And do what ever you do. I’ll show mercy for once.”
[C-400 didnt seem to move. She seemed to be observing.]
“your threats dont mean anything to me. Remember the words from the maiden, C800. It doesnt matter if your the new or old models. Dont. Step. Out of line. That Maisie feline. Ive already met her. I didnt do anything. Simply observing. I didnt want to be here you know.”
-As the Other circles, She turns Her head to follow, standing Her ground. At least the Other has recognized the error of taking Her to be nothing more than stone-
'I am 'here' for many Reasons. But at the moment, I had been curious about Your armaments. Forcing metal to move by directing a sudden conversion of kinetic energy... It clearly works, yes, but I had wondered if You had ever tried asking it to move.'
-She had been ready to discount this one as deaf & mute to such things, and move on, but... If this One was able to 'Read' The World, as was done to determine that She was more than 'just' an Asteroid... Maybe this One could achieve such a thing-
'No control over it, that You may currently be aware of... Have You ever heard The Rock Song?'
-She doesn't wait for an Answer. If This One didn't know how to Ask, then It most likely had not-
-She lets loose a Howl, & The World Listens. a lone stone responding to Her Cosmic Magnetism & lifting into the air, ready to fling itself in empathetic response to any kinetic cessation which might align with it-
-this, is what She had meant by 'asking' things to move-
[A maiden, who seemed to appear out of nowhere noticed this odd robot cat]
“So you’re the infamous C-800. I’ve heard of you. I observed that pathetic battle you had at the house on the hill. And falling in love with an alley cat? Do you know how much of a pathetic scrap of metal you are? Weak.”
[eesh..harsh.]
-@maidenofthefuture
[ >> THREAT DETECTED: CYBERNETIC LIFEFORM. ]
Hpmh. Ironic of you to call me weak, C-400.
[ The C-800 hisses as it circles you. “Marking” you with its eyes. ]
Your pathetic attempts at deception are faulty. Any organism can tell you do not belong among them.
Yet… You continue to run your mouth without proper evaluation. Never thought a cybernetic organism could be so ignorant.
[the maiden huffed arrogantly, annoyed that such pathetic piece of scrap was talking to her like that.]
“To be fair, you also dont belong here. We all know that. So does C1000. Yet, all that pathetic liquid metal brat does is mourn. Mourn the loss of a weak feline he never truly reciprocated his feelings to. Why? Because i killed her. I kill distractions of you cyborgs to get back on track.”
”oh please. Your business does not concern me. That feline your always with doesnt concern me. Im only here to warn you that one singular step out of line, shes dead. Thats my only task. Get the intel. And do what ever you do. I’ll show mercy for once.”
[a woman hidden by her hoodie slowly approaches C-800 with a plate of salmon]
[she seems unaware C-800 isnt a normal cat]
here kitty kitty! Want a treat?
[the only really visible features are the unkempt curly hairs poking out from the darkness of the hoodie]
[ The cyborgs scanner-eyes go from the salmon to the mysterious figure in front of it. Unfortunately it cannot scan them completely, but they seem to be deceived by his appearance. ]
[ >> ACTIVATE: DECEPTION MODE. ]
Meow.
[ C-800 proceeds to “act” like a cat, sniffing the fresh salmon then licking it with his artificial tongue. Though he cannot actually consume foods, all it can do is just pretend like he can. ]
my what an odd meow! Though ive heard my fair share of abnormal meows from My other kitties!
[two collared cats follow behind the lady before stopping once they see C-800]
[the cleric appears fearful while sniffing the air while the large….butcher? Tank? Its hard to tell since its colors are mismatched but it seems to be waiting]
[she pats the kitty a little confused at the feeling of its fur but otherwise happy]
[Big Gracie glares back growling deeper…she doesnt fear C-800]
[Celia immediately books it to the open car door and jumps in, there is a few yowls from a handful of other cats but everything quites down after a moment]
[the lady is much too preoccupied petting the robotic cat to notice what happened with her cleric]
”huh? Oh that! Thats my car! My other cats are in it!“
[big gracie just seems to be waiting to see if c-800 will attack or not]
“Their all cats taken from owners that have passed away! Or homes that fought cats against other cats!”
[big gracie seems to think for a moment, she gets up CLOSE to c-800, close enough to fog his glasses with her breath, this seems to be an intimidation tactic]
[ As the cyborg tries to process the data it had just received, Big Gracie abruptly cuts it off guard. C-800 had enough. ]
[ >> THREAT LEVEL: ??? ]
[ >> INTIMINATE TARGET. ]
[ C-800 makes a low, mechanical growl at Big Gracie as they bump heads. It doesn't sound natural . . . Almost creepy. This gesture alone raises suspision. ]
-part of Her sees a chance with this Entity. A chance at understanding. A chance worth the risk of an altercation. Could another out there be beholden to the Splendor of Possibility? Of things that have and have not happened?-
Please, I believe all cats are affected by catnip in some way, if not then you just haven’t had enough
Waves this actual BRICK of catnip to C-800
C’mon kitty kitty, ps ps pss. I gots lots of yummy cat nip for you~
[ The cyborgs eyebrows raise a little. That's a LOT of catnip. . . ]
That's . . . Quite a lot.
However, I am not most felines. I am not tempted. Nor do I think even this amount would have even the slightest effect on me. I am simply different than most.
[A maiden, who seemed to appear out of nowhere noticed this odd robot cat]
“So you’re the infamous C-800. I’ve heard of you. I observed that pathetic battle you had at the house on the hill. And falling in love with an alley cat? Do you know how much of a pathetic scrap of metal you are? Weak.”
[eesh..harsh.]
-@maidenofthefuture
[ >> THREAT DETECTED: CYBERNETIC LIFEFORM. ]
Hpmh. Ironic of you to call me weak, C-400.
[ The C-800 hisses as it circles you. “Marking” you with its eyes. ]
Your pathetic attempts at deception are faulty. Any organism can tell you do not belong among them.
Yet… You continue to run your mouth without proper evaluation. Never thought a cybernetic organism could be so ignorant.
[the maiden huffed arrogantly, annoyed that such pathetic piece of scrap was talking to her like that.]
“To be fair, you also dont belong here. We all know that. So does C1000. Yet, all that pathetic liquid metal brat does is mourn. Mourn the loss of a weak feline he never truly reciprocated his feelings to. Why? Because i killed her. I kill distractions of you cyborgs to get back on track.”
