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{ Closed / Plotted. } @deviantly-not It was a mistake, one that he often looked back on while working on the process of bringing her back. A single knock at the door had led Chloe to open the door to two people Elijah had been waiting for, Lieutenant Hank of the Detroit Police Department and the deviant hunter, an android of Cyberlife, RK800, Connor. Upon their arrival Connor sought out answers, believing Elijah may have answers to the deviants that were spreading worldwide. There was a hint of something about the RK800, how he looked and reacted to certain aspects of things- Elijah wanted to push him, test him and see if the deviant hunter was an android slowly deviating. So he put one of the beloved androids up front, an RT600, his original. As instructed she followed his orders, placing herself on her knees while Elijah pulled out a gun and handed it to the deviant hunter.
His goal had been to test and see if he would shoot, would he see her as living and refuse, or would he see her like a machine and fire? This Kamski Test needed to be done thoroughly, so he put information on the line. Shoot her, I'll answer one of your questions, don't shoot her you get nothing but the understanding of empathy. There was a piece of him that believed Connor wouldn't do it, but when he had there was disappointment held both in Connor as well as himself for allowing such a thing to carry out before his eyes. Connor failed to ask the right question and was dismissed, while Elijah was left alone with his Chloe(s). He couldn't toss her- that wasn't an option.
The same day it had happened, the Creator had picked her up, carrying her bridal style into the basement to begin his work of recreating and attempting to keep her memory in check, though, he knew this was most unlikely. That bullet was a direct shot to the head. Kamski worked for days on her, carefully connecting wires, adding the necessary parts and thirium.
By the time he was certain it was finished, he had dark bags under his eyes and a mess of a bun from frustration that maybe... Just maybe he had officially lost her. The thought sickened him. As the system was booted up, he stood back and waited, "Chl- RT600, can you hear me?" He questioned, silently hoping for an answer rather than what would call a blue screen on a laptop or computer.
‘ absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder ’
Starter || @rkperfected
"Ah..." He mused, his gaze avoiding the android as he stared out across crimson coloured waters. The pool, even with the lack of Chloes' in it still held a calming ripple through it. How odd it was to lack one of the blondes in the same room as him, yet, the presence in the room was of someone different, an android, an RK model to be more specific. "Such great thought and amount of feelings go into realising such a thing. Although few are so willing to accept this even after realising it." Elijah moved his hands in front of him, stepping forward "It grows a bitter heart, or one at lost. A feeling of being so lost that soon it doesn't matter. Nothing good can come of distance or lack of. So tell me, is this why you've come, to discuss philosophy with me or is there more to it?"
‘ there are so many things i want to say tonight ’ He sighs. ‘ i’m underneath a mountain of things that i can never take back ’
Starters || @gophckyourself
The male had raised his gaze to look closely at Gavin standing only a few feet away from him. There was a way that he spoke that had drawn Elijah's attention, immediately. His lips pressed together, forming a thin line before he stepped forward to place a hand on the man's shoulder. "I believe we all feel the same to a degree, one way or another. In my opinion, it's better to be a man who said all than to have said nothing at all." He paused, "With thag being said, speak your mind."
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‘ the flowers in our common room keep dying ’ ‘ how many times do we say goodbye before we leave ? ’ ‘ not even seasons have the courtesy to stay till dawn ’ ‘ maybe it’d be easier if we call came with an instruction manual ’ ‘ i need an oil change every five years or else my heart stops ticking ’ ‘ how do you keep the monsters at bay ? ’ ‘ someone replaced my bones with broken glass ’ ‘ for now , i’d rather stay here ’ ‘ hold me like a sound ricocheting inside your bones ’ ‘ the moon is nothing but a hundred moths about to take flight ’ ‘ the night is a hundred different kinds of light ’ ‘ the aftertaste of a goodbye is the worst to get rid of ’ ‘ there is no finality in words ’ ‘ i can save myself just fine ’ ‘ time is falling through the holes in my pocket ’ ‘ there are so many things i want to say tonight ’ ‘ things tend to get to me so easily these days ’ ‘ winters have always been the loneliest days ’ ‘ i’m underneath a mountain of things that i can never take back ’ ‘ when i told you i loved you i meant it ’ ‘ i am a carcass of regrets and apologies ’ ‘ black and white , i am the one at fault ’ ‘ i needed to hurt you so that i could hurt myself in return ’ ‘ i’m sorry that the world always takes and never gives ’ ‘ i’m sorry that each day dies just to give birth to one that you already knew ’ ‘ i am only digging holes for myself to fall into ’ ‘ absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder ’ ‘ so many people have not handled you with care ’ ‘ burn all your bridges just so that you can build them again with thicker ropes ’ ‘ bury everything that you’ve ever said ’ ‘ i look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise ’ ‘ there’s nothing but light when i see you ’ ‘ i’ve been meaning to call you for days now ’ ‘ i want you to know that i believe in you ’ ‘ listen to all the warnings that your soul gives you ’ ‘ how many hearts do you hold in your own ? ’
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"You lied to me." (chloemodelrt600)
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Her words caught him off guard, causing the male’s fingers to stop moving across the paper in which he wrote a report. You lied to me. Elijah had paused, raising a hand to run it through his hair, a calm expression filtering across his features, “Chloe...” He began, raising his gaze to look at the blonde, “I would never intentionally lie to you, you’re far too clever to lie to. I simply... stated something and the turn of events was not as I predicted.” Elijah smiled, “An honest mistake.”
“Make Me Feel” (I couldn't resist, this came across my dash as a recommendation and I was like "Ooooh, do want!" Please don't feel obligated!)
Make Me Feel - 13. your muse has been missing for 5 years and suddenly showed up again || @theveryfirst
The sounds of the crimson coloured water splashing against the edges of the pool had eased Elijah as he sat in his chair. Those piercing blue eyes stared out across the city before him, eyes- unreadable, as he lifted a glass of whiskey to his lips. He sipped the drink slowly, before shifting his gaze to the corner of the room. The other models had left to do other activities throughout the house. Where there used to be five, there was now only four. One of them... Chloe had disappeared quite some time ago. Her absence even now still bothered him. Each model held a piece of his heart, and with no trace as to where she could have gone... he expected the worst.
The creator often found himself wondering if there was something else he could have done. Of course, he thought about this model on nights like this. She used to accompany him, often looking across the city if not having conversations on current issues throughout the city or news that had been on the television. A long drawn out sigh was released as he closed his eyes and leaned back closing his eyes... and for a moment, dozed off. But the light and nearly faint sounds of knocking had stirred Kamski from his slumber. He groaned softly and rose to his feet, sleeping in a chair was not the best. He moved across the room towards the door and opened it to be greeted by a familiar face, his eyes widened at the sight of her, “Oh my...”
The words were nearly caught in his throat as tears had begun to build up behind his eyes. “Chloe!” Elijah reached out, his hands gently grasping her shoulders to pull her close for an embrace- he needed to be sure this was real. “Where... where have you been?” He choked on his words. Was this real, or another dream there to haunt and taunt him about what he had lost?
"make me feel" (@deviated-markus)
Make Me Feel - 97. your muse is invited to my muse’s wedding || I cannot find this blog... But I’m not one to ignore an ask.
Emails were too cliche, an often used method for communicating with others, if not through more modern ways of text messaging. It seemed... less personal if done so. Markus, an RK200, was someone special to Elijah whether he was aware of this or not. Created by his own hands, and the help of his lovely RT600 and ST200s, he was gifted to Carl Manfred, and eventually rose beyond what anyone would have expected of him. He became a deviant leader, running the revolution to equality amongst androids. Personally, the creator couldn’t have been more proud. When a ring was popped on the finger of a lucky someone, a wedding was due. With the said wedding coming up, Elijah had taken the time to write a personal letter to the male, reaching out and requesting for him to come to the wedding... and if possible, maybe even be his best man.
Make Me Feel
Make Me Feel - 47. my muse brings your muse flowers || @kingtonn
Lips pressed together in a thin line as Elijah stared forward at the door before him. Killian, an RX800, one that truthfully, the man did not get to see all that often. At least until now. One hand ran through his hair, left down for such rare occasions and behind his back a bouquet of flowers. Carnations to be more specific. His fingers ran over the doorbell before ringing it, the male waited a moment before the door had opened and he was greeted by an all too familiar face. “Ah, Killian, my dear. I brought you a gift when passing through.” Moving his hand forward, the bouquet of flowers extended out as he offered a small grin.
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Make Me Feel
Make Me Feel - 99. your muse tries to protect mine from certain doom@loyalandroid
Looking back on it, Elijah should have known better than to go walking about the streets of Detroit alone, including when the Android revolution was on the rise. There wasn't a single news station in Detroit that wasn't covering the topic, yet, he had decided to go out in the late of night. He did so while even informing the Chloes of his absence and his later arrival. But now, he wasn't so sure if he would be arriving home safely, if at all.
Before him stood a man, both taller, and bigger than Elijah, not that this meant anything to him. What mattered was the knife in his hands, the tip of the blade pointed at him while hateful slurs left the man's lips. An angry, android hating, Kamski hating, drunk. The perfect combination for a night like this. While Kamski attempted to keep the situation calm, with his hands held up in a form of submission, this only seems to infuriate the man. It was as if he wanted Elijah to run in, pick a fight and slam himself into the knife. Was he mad? Surely. Or at least drunk enough to be insane.
He swallowed hard, expecting the worse before taking notice of some form of movement. A movement that started in the corner of his eye and by the time he finished blinking, that movement stood between him and the man. His brows furrowed at the sight of the man... that was before he released it was an android that stood there. "You don't need to get involved." He stated, voice still calm, the last thing he wished to see was bloodshed of any creation. If blood needed to be spilt, then let it be his own.
"Make me feel"
Make Me Feel - 20. our muses have been taken hostage by someone@cyberlife-sent
There were a lot of things Elijah expected from people, even when it came to the worse and dark sides of them. What he hadn't expected was for some anti-droid group to get riled up over the events that had been occurring over the last week and take it upon themselves to deal with those they could get close enough that were greatly involved. Although Kamski wasn't one to get easy access to due to his solitary living, they had managed to find his place, break-in, and take him away in the middle of the night before anyone within the home could take notice to it.
When he had awakened, however, he found his hands were tied behind his back, tape that was loosely pressed to his lips, loose enough for the poking of his tongue to remove it, and in the dark room with a dimly lit light, another figure in the same position. The only immediate difference was the one across from him had an LED on the side of their head. Using his feet to keep his balance he scooted across the floor to get closer, that's when he recognized the face, the model. An RK800.
"Connor!" Elijah hissed, trying to keep his voice down in case those who had taken them were still nearby. Which, he knew for a fact they were. If they didn't immediately kill the two, they'd ask for some form of money for their return, they wanted something, and whatever it may be, he wasn't certain.
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“Elijah. It is time to wake up.” She smacked him with a pillow.
“Breakfast is in the kitchen.”
The feel of a pillow hitting his face caused the male to stir, a painful expression crossing his features to the rude awakening before slowly blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
“Ah... I see.” He sat up slowly, his eyes shifting towards the blonde, eying her carefully- not quite how he was used to being awakened, Perhaps the two needed to speak, but for now. Breakfast waited and his mind needed time to process it was early morning.
Elijah remained in the pool room, seated in one of the few chairs in the room as he stared out across the waters and looked upon Detroit with snowfall. A beautiful city, a place he supposed to a degree he saw as home. The only attachment he had to this city was the fact it was the heart of where all androids had been created, not to mention the Chloes' liked it here. He couldn't bring himself to leave them or make them leave a place they enjoyed so much. He could hear their soft chatter behind him, it caused the man to look over his shoulder to see three in the pool, all ST200 while one of the RT600's kneeled just outside the pool to join in their conversation.
He had no reason to listen in on them, they talked about many things and while they did so, he allowed his thoughts to wander elsewhere. Like to Cyberlife, as his gaze drifted towards the tower that wasn't too far from where he resided. It's building stood tall, inside, thousands of androids being shipped or created to be sent out to people willing to purchase them. Cyberlife turned his creations into a mass production, something it hadn't been intended- or at least not in the way they had made it.
His lips pressed together moments before he reached over to grab the glass of whiskey that had been set down 20 minutes ago by Chloe and brought it to his lips taking a small sip. Elijah rolled the liquids in the glass, his eyes closed for a moment as the sight of thirium coated his vision causing him to open them again. Restless, always restless, always doing something to keep his mind busy with anything that would be willing to cross and prod his mind. But what else could he possibly do now? A majority of the work he had planned had been done in the earlier hours of the day.
A long sigh was released when he set his glass down and looked back over his shoulder. Three ST200s were in the water still, but the RT600 had left the room, this naturally drew his attention causing him to stand from his seat and head over to the water's edge. Often times he would join them, but not today. As his lips parted to ask where she had gone, she entered the room, expression worried while her LED swirled a bright yellow.
"There's someone outside in the snow, Elijah. They look... hurt."
This wasn't average news, it caused his blood flow to quicken while he ran for the coat rack to grab a coat to toss on, "Chloe, I'm going to need your help." He didn't need to see her nod or hear her answer to know she would be out there within a matter of seconds. When he rushed out he stopped in his tracks, feeling his blood run both cold and still at the sight before him. This was impossible, it had to be. Seeing blonde rush past him, he snapped to it, rushing over as the two worked to pick her up and carry her inside.
"It's going to be okay..." He mumbled softly to her while the pair worked to bring her inside.
