[ian-nobel-old]

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[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

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I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[arentyouproud]

Silence filled the room the minute I.A.N spoke. Laurent slowly turned his gaze towards him and gave him a long, hard, cold stare. The bot in the chair in front of him ceased moving completely. 

“Hm…” He began as he stood up straight, walked over to I.A.N., and leaned down as if he was inspecting him.

After a few moments, he turned his gaze back to the seated bot and snapped his fingers. At that, Nevaeh stood up and hovered in front of the door, avoiding eye contact with I.A.N.

Laurents eyes followed Nevaeh, then returned back to I.A.N.

“But I.A.N, that’s nothing different for the old goat is it not?”

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I.A.N.’s look was nothing short of the same, cold glare. He was just a head shorter than Laurent but he stood straight up, head titled back, an arrogant, I’m-not-going-to-back-down posture. His eyes darted to Nevaeh for a moment, questioning why he was here of all places, but returned his attention to the man in front of him.

“What would you knows? Until you showed your face, the only thing zat stresses him out is my son, Toxin, and that’s once a week.”

[arentyouproud]

“Or his son nagging at him to spend time with him instead of his projects.”

He replied as he turned on heel and returned to his seat at his desk, motioning for I.A.N. to have a seat as well.

“The littlest things set him off back in the day. Things like, dropping a screw or spending time with his wife and son. Oh no, science is far more important than that, and I see that now.”

He tapped his fingers against the desk in thought before tilting his head slightly and speaking once more.

“Still can’t believe the old man to this day STILL gets stressed by what he calls his ‘family’. Some people never change.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. squinted, eyes darting to the seat, then cautiously sat in it, his hands folded into his lap, the metal tapping against each other, crossing his non metal leg over the metal one. Hug0′s suspicious were confirmed as Laurent’s speech continued, I.A.N. shifting his jaw side to side. This was his son.

“I’m sorry that you don’t understand a person’s passion, or work. Peoples aren’t available to be zere for every beck and calls.”

He paused, his eyes focusing on things behind Laurent, then to his fingers tapping, before adjusting his gaze back.

“He’s changed since the first day I met him. Quite a bit physically and mentally. And vhat he calls family, is me and my robots, and surprisingly we don’t stress him out as much as you’d thinks.”

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A small smirk spread across his lips and he leaned into his chair like the big shot he is.

“Not like it’ll matter for long anyways isn’t that right Nevaeh?”

No reply came from Nevaeh save for a small nod. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.

“Anyways, let’s cease talking about the past and get to the real point; why are you here? And..”

He slid open a drawer and casually picked up his revolver, giving the ammo chamber a good spin before slamming it shut and aiming it at I.A.N.

“Why should I not kill you, right here, right now?”

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I.A.N. looked back to Nevaeh, confused, one brow up the other down, before both jolting up as he heard the click of the revolver, his face draining in color and turning back to face the tip of the gun. He clenched his teeth and just looked straight down the barrel of the gun at Laurent.

“Why I’m here is to confirm… my own suspicion.”

He looked to the side for a moment, obviously thinking when his face seemed to relax a bit, an idea popping into his brain. A coy, mischevious smile, the same one that he greeted Hug0 with for the first time, spread across his face.

“Besides if you kill me, a certain few robots would be very upset with you. One in particular, who would come after you until he’s destroyed you~.”

He he was trying very hard to maintain that smile, unsure if his words would affect Laurent,  his heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his own ears.

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He let out a low chuckle and quirked a brow. It honestly humored him that I.A.N. would begin to even THINK that scared him.

“You do know who I am, don’t you?”

He said in a low tone as he lowered his gun. He wasn’t even worth a bullet.

“Whomever you’re speaking of, they can get in line. That is, if my army doesn’t get to them first. I don’t think you’re quite sure of the position you and everyone are in right now. This rebellion you all have going on is nothing more than an irritable thorn in my side that will soon be taken out and thrown away.”

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The smile on his face faded at the chuckle, his mouth was closed but it was obvious that he was breathing heavily by the way his shoulders heaved.

“They… I’m positive they wouldn’t join you, I’ve never seen them associate themselves with anyone but me.”

He clenched his teeth, his expression angry, but still taking quick heavy breaths.

“This thorn is going to become a knife in your side and its going to spill your guts.”

[arentyouproud]

“Is that right?”

He rotated his chair so his back was facing I.A.N. He twirled his gun around his finger a few times, again taking a moment to think. With Drive on side he was able to dig up files upon files on the rebellion, I.A.N. being no exception.

The same smirk remaining, he pressed the intercom button next to him.

“Stealth, report to my office immediately.”

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I.A.N.’s fingers nearly tore the leather off the arms of the chair in reaction. He honestly thought his heart stopped for a moment.

“Wh-Who did you- No- I- No. No. N o? NO.” He stood up and just. He didnt know how to react, really. Did he even want to believe him? He was stepping backwards until he bumped into someone behind him, a tall, black figure, piercing red crosshair eyes glared down at him, a mask covering his mouth. 

The robot only stared, emotionlessly, then his eyes squinted, that kind of squint you get when you’re laughing. A distorted, scratchy, nails on a chalkboard voice creeped out of his throat.

“H e L L-O,   D A D”

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“Oh what a lovely family reunion.”

He spun back around on his chair and focused his gaze on the scene.

“Do you see what you’re up against now? Do you really think your threat scares us?”

He stood up and walked over to the other. In a swift movement he grabbed his face roughly, bent down, and whispered.

“I’ll spare you this once now leave, before we kill you.”

He let go and took a step back.

“And tell Hugene his son says hello.”

[ian-nobel-old]

He didn’t spare any second to flee from the scene. In a panic he was out the room, gone, followed closely by the ghoulish laugh of Stealth as he followed him until he was out the door of Laurent’s headquarters. 

He was bolting home as fast as his legs could carry him, shoving through the bushes and not stopping to move around nicely planted flowers, or to avoid puddles that splashed up onto his clothes. He slammed into the door of his home, struggling with his keys until he finally managed to wriggle them into the log, yanking the door open and pulling it shut hard, the slam echoing through the house, loud enough to wake anyone up. He was silent, sinking down to the floor and clutching his own arms.

[hug0-h]

The sound of the slamming door was enough to cause Hug0 to come running out of him and I.A.Ns room, their pet in his arms. He was obviously in the middle of recharging judging by the cords still hanging out of his back.

“I.A.N? What’s wrong?? What’s with the slamming?”

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“Bad- Its bad, its bad its really, really, really bad.” He was trembling so hard, standing up and stumbling over to Hug0, his fingers grabbing onto his sleeves.

“He- Laurent- Stealth. They-” He let go of Hug0, his hands motioning, then grabbing his own hair, pulling then letting go, trying to explain, but he couldn’t really talk, he was too worked up. to make too much sense, the only other word he could get out was, “Cahoots.”

[hug0-h]

“Laurent..?”

Hug0 was unsure of what his soon to be husband was talking about. Did he find his son? Laurent Hawthorne? His face would have lit up in excitement but judging by I.A.Ns expression, it couldn’t have been a pleasant visit.

“Where were they? Where did you find them?”

[ian-nobel-old]

“His- His headquarters- Stealth- Nevaeh?” He shook his head, clenching his teeth, then waved his hand in front of his face, forcing himself to take a second to calm down, then finally managed to get out what he had been trying to say. He explained everything he knew that happened, or at least what he hadnt blocked out of his memory so quickly. Nevaeh being there, Stealth working for Laurent, the rebellion, Laurent’s army, their entire discussion. He looked so upset, it was the same fear he had when Stealth had been reactivated.

“I’m... im very scared Hug0.”

[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[arentyouproud]

Silence filled the room the minute I.A.N spoke. Laurent slowly turned his gaze towards him and gave him a long, hard, cold stare. The bot in the chair in front of him ceased moving completely. 

“Hm…” He began as he stood up straight, walked over to I.A.N., and leaned down as if he was inspecting him.

After a few moments, he turned his gaze back to the seated bot and snapped his fingers. At that, Nevaeh stood up and hovered in front of the door, avoiding eye contact with I.A.N.

Laurents eyes followed Nevaeh, then returned back to I.A.N.

“But I.A.N, that’s nothing different for the old goat is it not?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s look was nothing short of the same, cold glare. He was just a head shorter than Laurent but he stood straight up, head titled back, an arrogant, I’m-not-going-to-back-down posture. His eyes darted to Nevaeh for a moment, questioning why he was here of all places, but returned his attention to the man in front of him.

“What would you knows? Until you showed your face, the only thing zat stresses him out is my son, Toxin, and that’s once a week.”

[arentyouproud]

“Or his son nagging at him to spend time with him instead of his projects.”

He replied as he turned on heel and returned to his seat at his desk, motioning for I.A.N. to have a seat as well.

“The littlest things set him off back in the day. Things like, dropping a screw or spending time with his wife and son. Oh no, science is far more important than that, and I see that now.”

He tapped his fingers against the desk in thought before tilting his head slightly and speaking once more.

“Still can’t believe the old man to this day STILL gets stressed by what he calls his ‘family’. Some people never change.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. squinted, eyes darting to the seat, then cautiously sat in it, his hands folded into his lap, the metal tapping against each other, crossing his non metal leg over the metal one. Hug0′s suspicious were confirmed as Laurent’s speech continued, I.A.N. shifting his jaw side to side. This was his son.

“I’m sorry that you don’t understand a person’s passion, or work. Peoples aren’t available to be zere for every beck and calls.”

He paused, his eyes focusing on things behind Laurent, then to his fingers tapping, before adjusting his gaze back.

“He’s changed since the first day I met him. Quite a bit physically and mentally. And vhat he calls family, is me and my robots, and surprisingly we don’t stress him out as much as you’d thinks.”

[arentyouproud]

A small smirk spread across his lips and he leaned into his chair like the big shot he is.

“Not like it’ll matter for long anyways isn’t that right Nevaeh?”

No reply came from Nevaeh save for a small nod. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.

“Anyways, let’s cease talking about the past and get to the real point; why are you here? And..”

He slid open a drawer and casually picked up his revolver, giving the ammo chamber a good spin before slamming it shut and aiming it at I.A.N.

“Why should I not kill you, right here, right now?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. looked back to Nevaeh, confused, one brow up the other down, before both jolting up as he heard the click of the revolver, his face draining in color and turning back to face the tip of the gun. He clenched his teeth and just looked straight down the barrel of the gun at Laurent.

“Why I’m here is to confirm… my own suspicion.”

He looked to the side for a moment, obviously thinking when his face seemed to relax a bit, an idea popping into his brain. A coy, mischevious smile, the same one that he greeted Hug0 with for the first time, spread across his face.

“Besides if you kill me, a certain few robots would be very upset with you. One in particular, who would come after you until he’s destroyed you~.”

He he was trying very hard to maintain that smile, unsure if his words would affect Laurent,  his heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his own ears.

[arentyouproud]

He let out a low chuckle and quirked a brow. It honestly humored him that I.A.N. would begin to even THINK that scared him.

“You do know who I am, don’t you?”

He said in a low tone as he lowered his gun. He wasn’t even worth a bullet.

“Whomever you’re speaking of, they can get in line. That is, if my army doesn’t get to them first. I don’t think you’re quite sure of the position you and everyone are in right now. This rebellion you all have going on is nothing more than an irritable thorn in my side that will soon be taken out and thrown away.”

[ian-nobel-old]

The smile on his face faded at the chuckle, his mouth was closed but it was obvious that he was breathing heavily by the way his shoulders heaved.

“They… I’m positive they wouldn’t join you, I’ve never seen them associate themselves with anyone but me.”

He clenched his teeth, his expression angry, but still taking quick heavy breaths.

“This thorn is going to become a knife in your side and its going to spill your guts.”

[arentyouproud]

“Is that right?”

He rotated his chair so his back was facing I.A.N. He twirled his gun around his finger a few times, again taking a moment to think. With Drive on side he was able to dig up files upon files on the rebellion, I.A.N. being no exception.

The same smirk remaining, he pressed the intercom button next to him.

“Stealth, report to my office immediately.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s fingers nearly tore the leather off the arms of the chair in reaction. He honestly thought his heart stopped for a moment.

“Wh-Who did you- No- I- No. No. N o? NO.” He stood up and just. He didnt know how to react, really. Did he even want to believe him? He was stepping backwards until he bumped into someone behind him, a tall, black figure, piercing red crosshair eyes glared down at him, a mask covering his mouth. 

The robot only stared, emotionlessly, then his eyes squinted, that kind of squint you get when you’re laughing. A distorted, scratchy, nails on a chalkboard voice creeped out of his throat.

“H e L L-O,   D A D”

[arentyouproud]

“Oh what a lovely family reunion.”

He spun back around on his chair and focused his gaze on the scene.

“Do you see what you’re up against now? Do you really think your threat scares us?”

He stood up and walked over to the other. In a swift movement he grabbed his face roughly, bent down, and whispered.

“I’ll spare you this once now leave, before we kill you.”

He let go and took a step back.

“And tell Hugene his son says hello.”

[ian-nobel-old]

He didn’t spare any second to flee from the scene. In a panic he was out the room, gone, followed closely by the ghoulish laugh of Stealth as he followed him until he was out the door of Laurent’s headquarters. 

He was bolting home as fast as his legs could carry him, shoving through the bushes and not stopping to move around nicely planted flowers, or to avoid puddles that splashed up onto his clothes. He slammed into the door of his home, struggling with his keys until he finally managed to wriggle them into the log, yanking the door open and pulling it shut hard, the slam echoing through the house, loud enough to wake anyone up. He was silent, sinking down to the floor and clutching his own arms.

[hug0-h]

The sound of the slamming door was enough to cause Hug0 to come running out of him and I.A.Ns room, their pet in his arms. He was obviously in the middle of recharging judging by the cords still hanging out of his back.

“I.A.N? What’s wrong?? What’s with the slamming?”

[ian-nobel-old]

“Bad- Its bad, its bad its really, really, really bad.” He was trembling so hard, standing up and stumbling over to Hug0, his fingers grabbing onto his sleeves.

“He- Laurent- Stealth. They-” He let go of Hug0, his hands motioning, then grabbing his own hair, pulling then letting go, trying to explain, but he couldn’t really talk, he was too worked up. to make too much sense, the only other word he could get out was, “Cahoots.”

[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[arentyouproud]

Silence filled the room the minute I.A.N spoke. Laurent slowly turned his gaze towards him and gave him a long, hard, cold stare. The bot in the chair in front of him ceased moving completely. 

“Hm…” He began as he stood up straight, walked over to I.A.N., and leaned down as if he was inspecting him.

After a few moments, he turned his gaze back to the seated bot and snapped his fingers. At that, Nevaeh stood up and hovered in front of the door, avoiding eye contact with I.A.N.

Laurents eyes followed Nevaeh, then returned back to I.A.N.

“But I.A.N, that’s nothing different for the old goat is it not?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s look was nothing short of the same, cold glare. He was just a head shorter than Laurent but he stood straight up, head titled back, an arrogant, I’m-not-going-to-back-down posture. His eyes darted to Nevaeh for a moment, questioning why he was here of all places, but returned his attention to the man in front of him.

“What would you knows? Until you showed your face, the only thing zat stresses him out is my son, Toxin, and that’s once a week.”

[arentyouproud]

“Or his son nagging at him to spend time with him instead of his projects.”

He replied as he turned on heel and returned to his seat at his desk, motioning for I.A.N. to have a seat as well.

“The littlest things set him off back in the day. Things like, dropping a screw or spending time with his wife and son. Oh no, science is far more important than that, and I see that now.”

He tapped his fingers against the desk in thought before tilting his head slightly and speaking once more.

“Still can’t believe the old man to this day STILL gets stressed by what he calls his ‘family’. Some people never change.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. squinted, eyes darting to the seat, then cautiously sat in it, his hands folded into his lap, the metal tapping against each other, crossing his non metal leg over the metal one. Hug0′s suspicious were confirmed as Laurent’s speech continued, I.A.N. shifting his jaw side to side. This was his son.

“I’m sorry that you don’t understand a person’s passion, or work. Peoples aren’t available to be zere for every beck and calls.”

He paused, his eyes focusing on things behind Laurent, then to his fingers tapping, before adjusting his gaze back.

“He’s changed since the first day I met him. Quite a bit physically and mentally. And vhat he calls family, is me and my robots, and surprisingly we don’t stress him out as much as you’d thinks.”

[arentyouproud]

A small smirk spread across his lips and he leaned into his chair like the big shot he is.

“Not like it’ll matter for long anyways isn’t that right Nevaeh?”

No reply came from Nevaeh save for a small nod. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.

“Anyways, let’s cease talking about the past and get to the real point; why are you here? And..”

He slid open a drawer and casually picked up his revolver, giving the ammo chamber a good spin before slamming it shut and aiming it at I.A.N.

“Why should I not kill you, right here, right now?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. looked back to Nevaeh, confused, one brow up the other down, before both jolting up as he heard the click of the revolver, his face draining in color and turning back to face the tip of the gun. He clenched his teeth and just looked straight down the barrel of the gun at Laurent.

“Why I’m here is to confirm… my own suspicion.”

He looked to the side for a moment, obviously thinking when his face seemed to relax a bit, an idea popping into his brain. A coy, mischevious smile, the same one that he greeted Hug0 with for the first time, spread across his face.

“Besides if you kill me, a certain few robots would be very upset with you. One in particular, who would come after you until he’s destroyed you~.”

He he was trying very hard to maintain that smile, unsure if his words would affect Laurent,  his heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his own ears.

[arentyouproud]

He let out a low chuckle and quirked a brow. It honestly humored him that I.A.N. would begin to even THINK that scared him.

“You do know who I am, don’t you?”

He said in a low tone as he lowered his gun. He wasn’t even worth a bullet.

“Whomever you’re speaking of, they can get in line. That is, if my army doesn’t get to them first. I don’t think you’re quite sure of the position you and everyone are in right now. This rebellion you all have going on is nothing more than an irritable thorn in my side that will soon be taken out and thrown away.”

[ian-nobel-old]

The smile on his face faded at the chuckle, his mouth was closed but it was obvious that he was breathing heavily by the way his shoulders heaved.

“They… I’m positive they wouldn’t join you, I’ve never seen them associate themselves with anyone but me.”

He clenched his teeth, his expression angry, but still taking quick heavy breaths.

“This thorn is going to become a knife in your side and its going to spill your guts.”

[arentyouproud]

“Is that right?”

He rotated his chair so his back was facing I.A.N. He twirled his gun around his finger a few times, again taking a moment to think. With Drive on side he was able to dig up files upon files on the rebellion, I.A.N. being no exception.

The same smirk remaining, he pressed the intercom button next to him.

“Stealth, report to my office immediately.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s fingers nearly tore the leather off the arms of the chair in reaction. He honestly thought his heart stopped for a moment.

“Wh-Who did you- No- I- No. No. N o? NO.” He stood up and just. He didnt know how to react, really. Did he even want to believe him? He was stepping backwards until he bumped into someone behind him, a tall, black figure, piercing red crosshair eyes glared down at him, a mask covering his mouth. 

The robot only stared, emotionlessly, then his eyes squinted, that kind of squint you get when you’re laughing. A distorted, scratchy, nails on a chalkboard voice creeped out of his throat.

“H e L L-O,   D A D”

[arentyouproud]

“Oh what a lovely family reunion.”

He spun back around on his chair and focused his gaze on the scene.

“Do you see what you’re up against now? Do you really think your threat scares us?”

He stood up and walked over to the other. In a swift movement he grabbed his face roughly, bent down, and whispered.

“I’ll spare you this once now leave, before we kill you.”

He let go and took a step back.

“And tell Hugene his son says hello.”

[ian-nobel-old]

He didn’t spare any second to flee from the scene. In a panic he was out the room, gone, followed closely by the ghoulish laugh of Stealth as he followed him until he was out the door of Laurent’s headquarters. 

He was bolting home as fast as his legs could carry him, shoving through the bushes and not stopping to move around nicely planted flowers, or to avoid puddles that splashed up onto his clothes. He slammed into the door of his home, struggling with his keys until he finally managed to wriggle them into the log, yanking the door open and pulling it shut hard, the slam echoing through the house, loud enough to wake anyone up. He was silent, sinking down to the floor and clutching his own arms.

[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[arentyouproud]

Silence filled the room the minute I.A.N spoke. Laurent slowly turned his gaze towards him and gave him a long, hard, cold stare. The bot in the chair in front of him ceased moving completely. 

“Hm…” He began as he stood up straight, walked over to I.A.N., and leaned down as if he was inspecting him.

After a few moments, he turned his gaze back to the seated bot and snapped his fingers. At that, Nevaeh stood up and hovered in front of the door, avoiding eye contact with I.A.N.

Laurents eyes followed Nevaeh, then returned back to I.A.N.

“But I.A.N, that’s nothing different for the old goat is it not?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s look was nothing short of the same, cold glare. He was just a head shorter than Laurent but he stood straight up, head titled back, an arrogant, I’m-not-going-to-back-down posture. His eyes darted to Nevaeh for a moment, questioning why he was here of all places, but returned his attention to the man in front of him.

“What would you knows? Until you showed your face, the only thing zat stresses him out is my son, Toxin, and that’s once a week.”

[arentyouproud]

“Or his son nagging at him to spend time with him instead of his projects.”

He replied as he turned on heel and returned to his seat at his desk, motioning for I.A.N. to have a seat as well.

“The littlest things set him off back in the day. Things like, dropping a screw or spending time with his wife and son. Oh no, science is far more important than that, and I see that now.”

He tapped his fingers against the desk in thought before tilting his head slightly and speaking once more.

“Still can’t believe the old man to this day STILL gets stressed by what he calls his ‘family’. Some people never change.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. squinted, eyes darting to the seat, then cautiously sat in it, his hands folded into his lap, the metal tapping against each other, crossing his non metal leg over the metal one. Hug0′s suspicious were confirmed as Laurent’s speech continued, I.A.N. shifting his jaw side to side. This was his son.

“I’m sorry that you don’t understand a person’s passion, or work. Peoples aren’t available to be zere for every beck and calls.”

He paused, his eyes focusing on things behind Laurent, then to his fingers tapping, before adjusting his gaze back.

“He’s changed since the first day I met him. Quite a bit physically and mentally. And vhat he calls family, is me and my robots, and surprisingly we don’t stress him out as much as you’d thinks.”

[arentyouproud]

A small smirk spread across his lips and he leaned into his chair like the big shot he is.

“Not like it’ll matter for long anyways isn’t that right Nevaeh?”

No reply came from Nevaeh save for a small nod. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.

“Anyways, let’s cease talking about the past and get to the real point; why are you here? And..”

He slid open a drawer and casually picked up his revolver, giving the ammo chamber a good spin before slamming it shut and aiming it at I.A.N.

“Why should I not kill you, right here, right now?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. looked back to Nevaeh, confused, one brow up the other down, before both jolting up as he heard the click of the revolver, his face draining in color and turning back to face the tip of the gun. He clenched his teeth and just looked straight down the barrel of the gun at Laurent.

“Why I’m here is to confirm… my own suspicion.”

He looked to the side for a moment, obviously thinking when his face seemed to relax a bit, an idea popping into his brain. A coy, mischevious smile, the same one that he greeted Hug0 with for the first time, spread across his face.

“Besides if you kill me, a certain few robots would be very upset with you. One in particular, who would come after you until he’s destroyed you~.”

He he was trying very hard to maintain that smile, unsure if his words would affect Laurent,  his heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his own ears.

[arentyouproud]

He let out a low chuckle and quirked a brow. It honestly humored him that I.A.N. would begin to even THINK that scared him.

“You do know who I am, don’t you?”

He said in a low tone as he lowered his gun. He wasn’t even worth a bullet.

“Whomever you’re speaking of, they can get in line. That is, if my army doesn’t get to them first. I don’t think you’re quite sure of the position you and everyone are in right now. This rebellion you all have going on is nothing more than an irritable thorn in my side that will soon be taken out and thrown away.”

[ian-nobel-old]

The smile on his face faded at the chuckle, his mouth was closed but it was obvious that he was breathing heavily by the way his shoulders heaved.

“They… I’m positive they wouldn’t join you, I’ve never seen them associate themselves with anyone but me.”

He clenched his teeth, his expression angry, but still taking quick heavy breaths.

“This thorn is going to become a knife in your side and its going to spill your guts.”

[arentyouproud]

“Is that right?”

He rotated his chair so his back was facing I.A.N. He twirled his gun around his finger a few times, again taking a moment to think. With Drive on side he was able to dig up files upon files on the rebellion, I.A.N. being no exception.

The same smirk remaining, he pressed the intercom button next to him.

“Stealth, report to my office immediately.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s fingers nearly tore the leather off the arms of the chair in reaction. He honestly thought his heart stopped for a moment.

“Wh-Who did you- No- I- No. No. N o? NO.” He stood up and just. He didnt know how to react, really. Did he even want to believe him? He was stepping backwards until he bumped into someone behind him, a tall, black figure, piercing red crosshair eyes glared down at him, a mask covering his mouth. 

The robot only stared, emotionlessly, then his eyes squinted, that kind of squint you get when you’re laughing. A distorted, scratchy, nails on a chalkboard voice creeped out of his throat.

“H e L L-O,   D A D”

[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[arentyouproud]

Silence filled the room the minute I.A.N spoke. Laurent slowly turned his gaze towards him and gave him a long, hard, cold stare. The bot in the chair in front of him ceased moving completely. 

“Hm…” He began as he stood up straight, walked over to I.A.N., and leaned down as if he was inspecting him.

After a few moments, he turned his gaze back to the seated bot and snapped his fingers. At that, Nevaeh stood up and hovered in front of the door, avoiding eye contact with I.A.N.

Laurents eyes followed Nevaeh, then returned back to I.A.N.

“But I.A.N, that’s nothing different for the old goat is it not?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s look was nothing short of the same, cold glare. He was just a head shorter than Laurent but he stood straight up, head titled back, an arrogant, I’m-not-going-to-back-down posture. His eyes darted to Nevaeh for a moment, questioning why he was here of all places, but returned his attention to the man in front of him.

“What would you knows? Until you showed your face, the only thing zat stresses him out is my son, Toxin, and that’s once a week.”

[arentyouproud]

“Or his son nagging at him to spend time with him instead of his projects.”

He replied as he turned on heel and returned to his seat at his desk, motioning for I.A.N. to have a seat as well.

“The littlest things set him off back in the day. Things like, dropping a screw or spending time with his wife and son. Oh no, science is far more important than that, and I see that now.”

He tapped his fingers against the desk in thought before tilting his head slightly and speaking once more.

“Still can’t believe the old man to this day STILL gets stressed by what he calls his ‘family’. Some people never change.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. squinted, eyes darting to the seat, then cautiously sat in it, his hands folded into his lap, the metal tapping against each other, crossing his non metal leg over the metal one. Hug0′s suspicious were confirmed as Laurent’s speech continued, I.A.N. shifting his jaw side to side. This was his son.

“I’m sorry that you don’t understand a person’s passion, or work. Peoples aren’t available to be zere for every beck and calls.”

He paused, his eyes focusing on things behind Laurent, then to his fingers tapping, before adjusting his gaze back.

“He’s changed since the first day I met him. Quite a bit physically and mentally. And vhat he calls family, is me and my robots, and surprisingly we don’t stress him out as much as you’d thinks.”

[arentyouproud]

A small smirk spread across his lips and he leaned into his chair like the big shot he is.

“Not like it’ll matter for long anyways isn’t that right Nevaeh?”

No reply came from Nevaeh save for a small nod. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.

“Anyways, let’s cease talking about the past and get to the real point; why are you here? And..”

He slid open a drawer and casually picked up his revolver, giving the ammo chamber a good spin before slamming it shut and aiming it at I.A.N.

“Why should I not kill you, right here, right now?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. looked back to Nevaeh, confused, one brow up the other down, before both jolting up as he heard the click of the revolver, his face draining in color and turning back to face the tip of the gun. He clenched his teeth and just looked straight down the barrel of the gun at Laurent.

“Why I’m here is to confirm… my own suspicion.”

He looked to the side for a moment, obviously thinking when his face seemed to relax a bit, an idea popping into his brain. A coy, mischevious smile, the same one that he greeted Hug0 with for the first time, spread across his face.

“Besides if you kill me, a certain few robots would be very upset with you. One in particular, who would come after you until he’s destroyed you~.”

He he was trying very hard to maintain that smile, unsure if his words would affect Laurent,  his heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his own ears.

[arentyouproud]

He let out a low chuckle and quirked a brow. It honestly humored him that I.A.N. would begin to even THINK that scared him.

“You do know who I am, don’t you?”

He said in a low tone as he lowered his gun. He wasn’t even worth a bullet.

“Whomever you’re speaking of, they can get in line. That is, if my army doesn’t get to them first. I don’t think you’re quite sure of the position you and everyone are in right now. This rebellion you all have going on is nothing more than an irritable thorn in my side that will soon be taken out and thrown away.”

[ian-nobel-old]

The smile on his face faded at the chuckle, his mouth was closed but it was obvious that he was breathing heavily by the way his shoulders heaved.

“They... I’m positive they wouldn’t join you, I’ve never seen them associate themselves with anyone but me.”

He clenched his teeth, his expression angry, but still taking quick heavy breaths.

“This thorn is going to become a knife in your side and its going to spill your guts.”

[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[arentyouproud]

Silence filled the room the minute I.A.N spoke. Laurent slowly turned his gaze towards him and gave him a long, hard, cold stare. The bot in the chair in front of him ceased moving completely. 

“Hm…” He began as he stood up straight, walked over to I.A.N., and leaned down as if he was inspecting him.

After a few moments, he turned his gaze back to the seated bot and snapped his fingers. At that, Nevaeh stood up and hovered in front of the door, avoiding eye contact with I.A.N.

Laurents eyes followed Nevaeh, then returned back to I.A.N.

“But I.A.N, that’s nothing different for the old goat is it not?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s look was nothing short of the same, cold glare. He was just a head shorter than Laurent but he stood straight up, head titled back, an arrogant, I’m-not-going-to-back-down posture. His eyes darted to Nevaeh for a moment, questioning why he was here of all places, but returned his attention to the man in front of him.

“What would you knows? Until you showed your face, the only thing zat stresses him out is my son, Toxin, and that’s once a week.”

[arentyouproud]

“Or his son nagging at him to spend time with him instead of his projects.”

He replied as he turned on heel and returned to his seat at his desk, motioning for I.A.N. to have a seat as well.

“The littlest things set him off back in the day. Things like, dropping a screw or spending time with his wife and son. Oh no, science is far more important than that, and I see that now.”

He tapped his fingers against the desk in thought before tilting his head slightly and speaking once more.

“Still can’t believe the old man to this day STILL gets stressed by what he calls his ‘family’. Some people never change.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. squinted, eyes darting to the seat, then cautiously sat in it, his hands folded into his lap, the metal tapping against each other, crossing his non metal leg over the metal one. Hug0′s suspicious were confirmed as Laurent’s speech continued, I.A.N. shifting his jaw side to side. This was his son.

“I’m sorry that you don’t understand a person’s passion, or work. Peoples aren’t available to be zere for every beck and calls.”

He paused, his eyes focusing on things behind Laurent, then to his fingers tapping, before adjusting his gaze back.

“He’s changed since the first day I met him. Quite a bit physically and mentally. And vhat he calls family, is me and my robots, and surprisingly we don’t stress him out as much as you’d thinks.”

[arentyouproud]

A small smirk spread across his lips and he leaned into his chair like the big shot he is.

“Not like it’ll matter for long anyways isn’t that right Nevaeh?”

No reply came from Nevaeh save for a small nod. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.

“Anyways, let’s cease talking about the past and get to the real point; why are you here? And..”

He slid open a drawer and casually picked up his revolver, giving the ammo chamber a good spin before slamming it shut and aiming it at I.A.N.

“Why should I not kill you, right here, right now?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. looked back to Nevaeh, confused, one brow up the other down, before both jolting up as he heard the click of the revolver, his face draining in color and turning back to face the tip of the gun. He clenched his teeth and just looked straight down the barrel of the gun at Laurent.

“Why I’m here is to confirm... my own suspicion.”

He looked to the side for a moment, obviously thinking when his face seemed to relax a bit, an idea popping into his brain. A coy, mischevious smile, the same one that he greeted Hug0 with for the first time, spread across his face.

“Besides if you kill me, a certain few robots would be very upset with you. One in particular, who would come after you until he’s destroyed you~.”

He he was trying very hard to maintain that smile, unsure if his words would affect Laurent,  his heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his own ears.

[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[arentyouproud]

Silence filled the room the minute I.A.N spoke. Laurent slowly turned his gaze towards him and gave him a long, hard, cold stare. The bot in the chair in front of him ceased moving completely. 

“Hm…” He began as he stood up straight, walked over to I.A.N., and leaned down as if he was inspecting him.

After a few moments, he turned his gaze back to the seated bot and snapped his fingers. At that, Nevaeh stood up and hovered in front of the door, avoiding eye contact with I.A.N.

Laurents eyes followed Nevaeh, then returned back to I.A.N.

“But I.A.N, that’s nothing different for the old goat is it not?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s look was nothing short of the same, cold glare. He was just a head shorter than Laurent but he stood straight up, head titled back, an arrogant, I’m-not-going-to-back-down posture. His eyes darted to Nevaeh for a moment, questioning why he was here of all places, but returned his attention to the man in front of him.

“What would you knows? Until you showed your face, the only thing zat stresses him out is my son, Toxin, and that’s once a week.”

[arentyouproud]

“Or his son nagging at him to spend time with him instead of his projects.”

He replied as he turned on heel and returned to his seat at his desk, motioning for I.A.N. to have a seat as well.

“The littlest things set him off back in the day. Things like, dropping a screw or spending time with his wife and son. Oh no, science is far more important than that, and I see that now.”

He tapped his fingers against the desk in thought before tilting his head slightly and speaking once more.

“Still can’t believe the old man to this day STILL gets stressed by what he calls his ‘family’. Some people never change.”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. squinted, eyes darting to the seat, then cautiously sat in it, his hands folded into his lap, the metal tapping against each other, crossing his non metal leg over the metal one. Hug0′s suspicious were confirmed as Laurent’s speech continued, I.A.N. shifting his jaw side to side. This was his son.

“I’m sorry that you don’t understand a person’s passion, or work. Peoples aren’t available to be zere for every beck and calls.”

He paused, his eyes focusing on things behind Laurent, then to his fingers tapping, before adjusting his gaze back.

“He’s changed since the first day I met him. Quite a bit physically and mentally. And vhat he calls family, is me and my robots, and surprisingly we don’t stress him out as much as you’d thinks.”

[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[arentyouproud]

Silence filled the room the minute I.A.N spoke. Laurent slowly turned his gaze towards him and gave him a long, hard, cold stare. The bot in the chair in front of him ceased moving completely. 

“Hm…” He began as he stood up straight, walked over to I.A.N., and leaned down as if he was inspecting him.

After a few moments, he turned his gaze back to the seated bot and snapped his fingers. At that, Nevaeh stood up and hovered in front of the door, avoiding eye contact with I.A.N.

Laurents eyes followed Nevaeh, then returned back to I.A.N.

“But I.A.N, that’s nothing different for the old goat is it not?”

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N.’s look was nothing short of the same, cold glare. He was just a head shorter than Laurent but he stood straight up, head titled back, an arrogant, I’m-not-going-to-back-down posture. His eyes darted to Nevaeh for a moment, questioning why he was here of all places, but returned his attention to the man in front of him.

“What would you knows? Until you showed your face, the only thing zat stresses him out is my son, Toxin, and that’s once a week.”

[arentyouproud]

“What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Laurent replied angrily. 

The bot before him quivered but remained silent, for it did not dare speak. Laurent was known for losing his temper very easily, and with that, has dismantled some bots during his tantrums. 

As he continued to give his minion shit, he had failed to notice the individual that had entered his office. 

[ian-nobel-old]

I.A.N. had stepped into Laurent’s territory, it wasn’t long before his eyes had locked onto Laurent, his lip twitched with irritation, brows furrowed, his baggy eyes appearing much darker as he turned his head down.

“Who do you thinks you are to just show up at our homes uninvited? You had no business there. All you’ve done is stress Hug0 out.”

[ian-nobel-old]

Hello, this blog is going to be used as an RP blog again for Aedus, I.A.N. and Flit.

Anything past this post on this blog is ARCHIVE, some of it is canon, some is not, you can ask me what is canon and what isnt and i can tell you.

You are more than welcome to ask them, however it may or may not be considered part of their canon world.

[ian-nobel-old]

Ivory (to Flit): *the taller reploid made a gasp, moving her hands over her mouth she just had to squat down to the little reploids height* "Well i'll be planting a garden, I think your one of the cutest little reploids iv'e come across! this is just sickening, it makes me want to build you something adorable" ((Flit is really cute holy shit, sorry if this ask seems a little awkward im still not so used to the whole asking others thing))

"Thank you for noticing, I try suuuuper hard to look adorable!"

*he adjusted his bow and straightened himself up, he looked so proud of himself*

"Whatcha gonna build me, huh?! Can it be a crown?! I can brag to my brother that im better than him!"

((aaAAH thank yOU! and its not weird at all you’re doing good!! ))

[originallyroleplay-blog]

"Sparkles huh?  Guess im gonna have to do quite the bit of shopping!"  She gave the smaller reploid one of the bigger smiles she could manage

"My names Ivory Stonebrook, just Ivory of course!  so whats a little guy like you like doing anyways?"  

[ian-nobel-old]

"I’m following my brother, but i kinda lost him. I dunno where he went but I dont really care. He’s dumb anyways."

He flittered up off the ground and he  just inspected around her, he was grabbing onto her ears, her headpiece and the little pink tusks goodness if she had a personal space bubble he’d be all up in it!

[originallyroleplay-blog]

If there was one thing was Ivory found sensitive it was her ears. Her bottom eyelids shot up a bit, “Woah there little guy”. She pushed away any hands grasping at her parts "You can look but don’t touch okay?"

[ian-nobel-old]

"But theyre so o o o o cool!"

He tapped his fingers together and just buzzed around her.

"Do they hurt when i touch them? Does it just feel weird!?"

He didnt really see to know better not to ask personal questions;

[ian-nobel-old]

Ivory (to Flit): *the taller reploid made a gasp, moving her hands over her mouth she just had to squat down to the little reploids height* "Well i'll be planting a garden, I think your one of the cutest little reploids iv'e come across! this is just sickening, it makes me want to build you something adorable" ((Flit is really cute holy shit, sorry if this ask seems a little awkward im still not so used to the whole asking others thing))

"Thank you for noticing, I try suuuuper hard to look adorable!"

*he adjusted his bow and straightened himself up, he looked so proud of himself*

"Whatcha gonna build me, huh?! Can it be a crown?! I can brag to my brother that im better than him!"

((aaAAH thank yOU! and its not weird at all you’re doing good!! ))

[originallyroleplay-blog]

"Sparkles huh?  Guess im gonna have to do quite the bit of shopping!"  She gave the smaller reploid one of the bigger smiles she could manage

"My names Ivory Stonebrook, just Ivory of course!  so whats a little guy like you like doing anyways?"  

[ian-nobel-old]

"I’m following my brother, but i kinda lost him. I dunno where he went but I dont really care. He’s dumb anyways."

He flittered up off the ground and he  just inspected around her, he was grabbing onto her ears, her headpiece and the little pink tusks goodness if she had a personal space bubble he’d be all up in it!

[ian-nobel-old]

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[ian-nobel-old]

Ivory (to Flit): *the taller reploid made a gasp, moving her hands over her mouth she just had to squat down to the little reploids height* "Well i'll be planting a garden, I think your one of the cutest little reploids iv'e come across! this is just sickening, it makes me want to build you something adorable" ((Flit is really cute holy shit, sorry if this ask seems a little awkward im still not so used to the whole asking others thing))

"Thank you for noticing, I try suuuuper hard to look adorable!"

*he adjusted his bow and straightened himself up, he looked so proud of himself*

"Whatcha gonna build me, huh?! Can it be a crown?! I can brag to my brother that im better than him!"

((aaAAH thank yOU! and its not weird at all you’re doing good!! ))

[originallyroleplay-blog]

"A Crown?  That can be done, sure gold, blue whatever colour you want!  I’ll just need maybe…two, three weeks to get all the supply junk an i’ll get fixin you up a crown in no time, normally I would be charging you up something but your too precious for words and thats plently payment, plus a crown would look cute on ya"   The large elephant-like reploid chuckled and brought out her hand for the smaller reploid to shake, if…he could, her hand probably could easily consume the bugbots own in a simple shake. 

"Have a name little fella?"  

[ian-nobel-old]

"AaAAAH! A little gold crown! Lots of sparklies on it, LOTS!" He was bouncing around he looked so excited!

All four of his arms stretched out from inside his fluff and he grabbed onto the massive fingers before him, he couldnt even get his fingers around one of them they were so tiny compared to her giant hand.

"Flitter! My names Flitter! Or just Flit! Whats yours, lady?!"

[ian-nobel-old]

then and now

jfc i cant believe how much they've changed in the almost year theyve existed;;

m'gonna cry

[ian-nobel-old]

Ivory (to Flit): *the taller reploid made a gasp, moving her hands over her mouth she just had to squat down to the little reploids height* "Well i'll be planting a garden, I think your one of the cutest little reploids iv'e come across! this is just sickening, it makes me want to build you something adorable" ((Flit is really cute holy shit, sorry if this ask seems a little awkward im still not so used to the whole asking others thing))

"Thank you for noticing, I try suuuuper hard to look adorable!"

*he adjusted his bow and straightened himself up, he looked so proud of himself*

"Whatcha gonna build me, huh?! Can it be a crown?! I can brag to my brother that im better than him!"

((aaAAH thank yOU! and its not weird at all you're doing good!! ))