a private, heavily selective independent rp / writing blog for serial designation: v from murder drones; canon adjacent, low-to-medium activity, heavily headcanon based. i use xkit rewritten for formatting purposes. v is somewhat written as an original character. puppeteered by símone (25, she / they). i am in no way affiliated with liam vickers or glitch productions.
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content warning!!! this blog contains dark and disturbing themes including, but not limited to: loss of sense of identity, depression, trauma related to being reborn into something much worse, personal devaluement, neglect, body mutilation / horror, psychological abuse / torment, robot gore and violence.
other blogs of mine !
↳ @mawsilent (serial designation: n), @heavenlyhatred (adam from hh), @cardedsoul (horror/dark comedy multimuse)
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One should heed those kneejerk, gut feelings of something being off or unsafe about an area. The scraping hadn't been a mere animal or metal falling, no, it had been something not meant to be there in Gwomp at all. Glowing yellow LEDs flicker red before humming steadily on their functional gold again, the creature these lights belonged to finding that the best vantage point was to be achieved through getting to higher ground.
And it's exactly the sound of the odd monster making its way upward that had drawn Coco's attention. Her own attention, likewise, was drawn to Coco; an almost feral curiosity was there, and beneath it was an empty, Gnawing HUNGER. Organic beings were never top priority when it came to prey but it seemed like there were very, very few options for her to choose as of right now.
Beggars cannot be choosers, hunters cannot afford to be PICKY in times of famine. Bladed claws shift against the wall she'd been scaling, their metallic surfaces glittering like rain-kissed pipes in the poor light that surrounded herself and Coco. Her optics adjust to something akin to a ' night mode, ' yellow-green overlay covering her HUD to better see through the darkness and make out the organic approaching her.
The drone's tail, much like an angler fish's bioluminescent bait, hangs low towards the ground from her perch, just hidden enough for the cable her stinger was attached to to be left unseen. A tempting allure, something to likely trigger the curiosity of her newly discovered prey. To survive the unfamiliar, one had to adapt; and that's exactly what V was designed for.
What Lucifer may have thought was the case was actually quite the opposite. She didn't think any less of him, he was the King, her charge; she barely had the capacity to think lowly of someone else unless they were the angels coming from Heaven to attack Hell. As though attempting to reassure him, Temperance steps closer to rub her body against Lucifer in much the same likeness to an affectionate cat, even offering another whirring purr.
She didn't want him to be upset, after all. That wasn't her intention with her refusal. Had refusing been the wrong choice ? Was she supposed to agree ?
Ah.
Digital brows scrunch in a distressed expression for just a moment as she looks at the fallen angel. Has she already gone against what she was supposed to be doing ? Her job was to impress him ! To make him happy. Aside from protecting him, her job was to ensure his enjoyment of the experience as a success for Vox. Did her refusal soil that ?
The window opens, she's told she can freely go, and yet she doesn't move from her place now. If anything, she's still standing so very close to him, unwilling to take a step away. It seems that Lucifer would have to give her a little nudge or two, because she was currently cemented in place. Temperance may not share he fellows drones' emotional and social functionalities to their fullest, but she certainly seems to feel guilty.
Cute and enjoyable to be around was certainly part of the idea. After all, you'd want the person you're selling these security systems to, to actually want to be around them to some extent, right ? Temperance herself doesn't even seem to acknowledge this perceivable ' glitch ' upon her visor, entirely unbothered other than the hunger that'd started after Lucifer initially mentioned ' eating ' and ' food '.
Yellow LEDs follow the draw of a sleeve as the King exposes his arm, a digital brow raising inquisitively at the sight before she spares a glance up at him with the same look of confusion upon her face. It's only when he speaks — apparently offering himself as a meal — that Temperance steadily shakes her head in a meek ' no ' gesture. That would be against her protocol. She was meant to protect her charge, not do harm to them.
Her gaze drifts towards a window, followed by a small cant of her head, as though asking if they could go outside instead. She could consume meat too, sinners would fill her just fine for the time being if Lucifer didn't mind a mess. She was only meant to be protecting Lucifer as of right now anyways; no other sinner or hellborne mattered to her outside of Lilith and Charlie— and those two were technically pre-programmed into her defensive protocols.
@xluciifer asked: There's silence; he moved like the shadows and then, there he was: biting the nape of the neck from behind.
Unfortunately, he hasn't gone unnoticed. Temperance wasn't sure what Lucifer was doing, but she's watching from the supposedly 'aesthetic lights' that make up the headband-resembling strip displacing her platinum blonde hair. Her LEDs may have been staring blankly at a wall, but she knows where he is, shadows disturbed by a presence and a heat signature evident whether she could see him properly or not.
Teeth find her nape, sharp blades replace one of her hands and the hooked knives are swung with force to catch into his clothing, effectively DRAGGING the King off of her person and unceremoniously dropping him on the ground. For just a moment, her signature hunt-marker replaces her eyes, only for those oval hues to return as thin hoops in a startled expression.
[ INDENTIFIED: LUCIFER. ]
Shit.
Kneeling down beside him, Temperance offers a look of sympathetic concern. Better luck next time, Luci. Perhaps sneaking up on something designed to kill angels is not the right way to go even if you're just trying to play.
The question is inexplicably simple, and yet complex at the same time.
VIVIAN as you were once known, was a soft-hearted and kind worker drone; she was small, sweet, a simple rabbit caught in a snare but struggling so slowly that it took months before the wire truly began suffocating her. She was prey to a wolf, trapped in its jaws and never granted the mercy of death. Instead, she was given bigger claws, sharper teeth; she was equipped with the methods to kill and a lust for blood unbecoming of a chipper little herbivore such as herself.
That drone has long since died and passed, rotted away in the rain like the many corpses she left in her wake that fateful night. You don't consider yourself and her the same anymore. No.
Vivian was beloved, she was cherished, she wasn't a bully. Vivian was gentle and polite, she was shy, the very definition of a tender breeze in the summer.
You are more like the cutting winds of a violent snow storm, frigid and unyielding, sharp enough to slice flesh and chilled enough for your bite to leave a mark. You are not soft. You are not kind.
This body is not yours, however.
Vivian's body is your body. V is not you. Vivian is not you.
Who are you ?
You are a rabbit, small and sleek, tender and fast.
You are PREY.
The weapons you've been equipped with do not belong to you. These are not your claws nor your fangs that shred apart worker drones to gorge endlessly upon their oil. They don't belong to you.
This is not your body. This is not your body. THIS IS NOT YOUR BODY.
@xluciifer ;; don't mind him, he's biting your wrist 😌
It's, uh, certainly something to have the one you're charged with protecting close his maw around your wrist joint. It doesn't hurt Temperance by any stretch of the word, and she honestly gives Lucifer a look that seems rather perplexed, paired with a quirked digital brow and small frown. Usually, she would expect this kind of behaviour from Chastity. Maybe Lucifer is just attempting to play ? In that case, it was only fair that Temperance returns the favour.
The security drone's maw parts wide, sharp fangs catching Lucifer's shoulder since that was the closest to her jaws now. Even with a play-bite, Temperance's force behind the snap shut of her toothy maw is something to be reckoned with.
The maintained feeling of Lucifer's claws gently displacing strands of platinum blonde hair keeps those quiet, steady purrs whirring from the fans within Temperance's core. She's more than content with his attention, even leaning herself down a bit more so it was easier for the smaller man to continue petting her. Unfortunately, the attention stops all too soon, and she stands upright again while her tail sweeps lazily behind her, lax and unbothered by the little noises that surrounded them.
Hearing her name, Temperance's head cants in the King's direction, a soft blip-blip pairing with the quick blink of her digital eyes. Temp. She liked that. There was an odd sense of endearment towards the habit that these organic beings seemed to have with shortening their names, despite hers not even really being the longest one she's heard before while tuned in to stilted conversations outside. The mention of food, however, seems to draw a more primal response from the security drone.
Her screen temporarily flickers to a large, admittedly menacing, 'X' before it glitches back to those warm yellow ovals. Hmn, she was rather hungry now that the topic was brought to light. Maybe Lucifer had something to share with her ? Just as it had been when introducing herself, properly answering the fallen divinity is met with scrolling words manifesting upon her visor:
