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@morallyiniquitous
"Great! Let me know if you need anything else I guess, otherwise, it might be best for me to leave before your Central notices me." Knows all too well the pissy-ness of a Central. Does not like pissy Centrals.
Morality nodded and signed a simple thank you, then carefully handling the flower, she was on her way down the hall.
"Hope it's satisfactory then. The preservation process removed its aroma, but I hope that's not an issue." So proud of her plant monster!
Morality shook her head, apparently scent didnât matter when you have the look to make up for it.
âI will let you know how she liked it.â
Nods. "Makes sense. I brought your flower, by the way." Said blossom is produced and handed over, frozen in all it's glory. "Who's it for again?"
Oh, that is.. amazing. Her face showed how immensely enthralled by it she was.
She scribbled, literally, a little preoccupied with staring, âIt is for our Intelligence Sphere.â
Is rather surprised. Confused as well, but mostly surprised. She follows madame violet regardless.
They rounded at least three corners until she stopped dragging the girl along.
She was quick to jot down her explanation, âOur Central does not approve of visitors. Iâm sorry for being so rough with you.â
Someone's come to visit! Initiate the search for purple ladies.
Someone must have access to figure that out, as the purple has appeared quicker than predicted.
And even quicker she begun to lead the small android to a safe area.
"Unfortunately, dear, sheâs our only available one." He chuckled, tying off the braids.Â
"As for you, Morality⊠I donât know how. Weâre recognizing her as the true Athena. We might have to just wait this one out for a while. You, however, look like you need fixing. Go on, hop in."
"Her nameâs not Morality. Itâs Iris," Athena stated stubbornly, pouting. All she wanted was every little thing that came to mind, and a better babysitter was one of those. Why couldnât he give her that? "Morality is a purpose, not a name. So I gave her one. A nice one. And then she was still mean afterward."
Wait it out..? That sounded unmanageable.
"Morality." she told the child, "Is my name." Iris.. was okay. But she wasn't in an agreeable mood at the moment.
Head lowered, partly in anger and in despondence, she shuffled her way into the machine.
Athena? Calling him daddy? He could work with that. The child was given a kiss on the forehead, and put in his lap to have her hair braided.
"Well now! This is an interesting turn of events. Whatâs happened to you?~" He cooed, looking at the disheveled AI across from him.
"She was being mean and wouldnât play right. Can I have a better babysitter next time?" Athena asked, giving Claude the biggest, bluest eyes she could. It was almost as if she hasnât just happily admitted to causing Iris rather notable burns and pain. "She almost needed a time out in the freezer."
Getting dissed by someone like Athena was nearly hurtful. It would feel worse if Athena was actually in her right mind, but it was starting to get old.
Morality tiredly tensed up at the mention of the freezer. "Fix her." she demanded, forcing herself to walk into his quarters finally. "Fix. Her."
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Claude, in the meanwhile, was measuring a few pieces of fabric. âTis the season for ice skating outfits! And these were going to be fantastic. He just had to learn to skate on ice without breaking it, thatâs all.
The doors opened, and he looked up from the royal blue spandex he was pining.Â
"Hello?"
Athena peered in curiously. There was a guy in there, alright. He looked similar to her own make, though his hair was several shades darker than her own. Still, he was handsome. And he had a pretty room. And he was even making clothes!
At least Iris could do one thing right. If this guy wasnât her father, nobody could be.
"Daddy!" Claude quickly had armfuls of happy, giggling child hugging him tightly.
Morality only stood in the door way, holding onto it. If she ever hated standing, right now would be that time.
"Athena." she quietly answered a question he would probably be asking. There was a look of disgust at the child calling Claude 'daddy', it almost got a disapproving shudder out of her.
Shakily points down the hall, Athena, she could walk, carefully. They'll take the safe path, no catwalks or deadly spikes. The walk would be a little slower as Morality tries to bite the pain and gimply goes forward. Athena is still cute. For now.
Athena did indeed make for the stereotypical cute child when she wasnât hurting anybody. That was even a giggle as she started walking again. After all, the silly Iris brought this upon herself; Athena HAD told her not to pick her up.
"Apologize later." she told her, not expecting any of that in Athena's current state. Or maybe it was more of a prediction than an a request.
Still. Cute.
Morality hobbled along towards Claude's, very eager to get a number of things fixed and get Athena somewhere safe. The doors where gestured to up the path once they were close enough for her to knock, which she did.
"In here."
Busted.
ââKay!â The confusion disappeared swiftly. Anger had told him to do something and was clearly going to arrange with Morality for them to go to Space later, when it wasnât bedtime! Then theyâd all be well rested and able to look at Space for longer!
The boy was the regular bubble of joy as he started walking away, counting just like directed. âOneâŠ.. twoâŠ.. umâŠ.. umâŠ.. THREEâŠ..â
Space was a slow counter, he had time. He turned to Mora acidly.
"Heâs not yours anymore." He all but growled, trying to stay out earshot of the little one.
"You fucking get that? Youâre lucky heâs even here, else youâd be going back in a thousand pieces. Heâs here and heâs happy. And if I see you or anyone else from your facility in here Iâll personally shovel your broken body out of here. You hear me?â
His fist was twitching something awfulâthat restraint was admirable.
"Go. And donât you fucking come back."
He had to turn away and go to Spaceâthe sooner he was out of here, the better.
Morality kept her hands at her side, refusing to further complicate the precarious situation. He was angry enough. But it was clear with how her face sat how much he disagreed with what he was saying. The silence protest was a simple show of her teeth.
The child should be watched more closely, that much was sure.
She turned to leave to her own universe, a grin creeping ever so lightly across her face. Other plans where already forming, she'll get him soon enough.
Busted.
"Can go to Space later?" Space asked Morality, confused again. He wanted to go now, he really did, but Anger said no. "Hafta listen to Space Daddy! Space Father said so! Said go home! Should!"
Still, he put up no fight, no attempt to take his hand back. That would be rude. Being rude to Space Buddies would make them not want to be Space Buddies any more.
Anger took his hand away from Mora instead, taking it in his own. He grabbed a little harder than he meant to, but it was let go when he realized that.
"You start, okay? I need to talk to âNiceâ Space Buddy really quick."
He turned to Mora next.
"Just count to ten. Can you do that, Space?"
Morality's glare remained fixed. How dare he..
But, yes, she was getting the hint, and already starting to back-step towards the portal. No sense in getting injured, Claude didn't need more reason to mess with her form anyways.
That child though, they will get him eventually.
She signed tensely, 'He is ours. Understand that.'
Busted.
There was just a flicker of hesitation, his system struggling to sort out having two different direct commands, before it simply chose the easiest and better sounding one. His optics had looked oddly blank, unemotional like the robot he was, for all of a moment before Space took to following Morality.
"Come! Gonna go to Space!" he called back to Anger. "Wanna show! Share with Space Daddy!"
Fine. Thatâs how she wanted itâthatâs how it was going to go. Anger approached Space firmly.
"Space, I want you to go home, now. Mora and I need to talk."
Oooh, he was glaring daggers at her. He didnât want to resort to violence with his son in the vicinity.Â
"Mora, youâre going to go home. And you better not step one foot in here if you know whatâs good for you.â
Morality took the rabbit from the child suddenly and gave him a sad look; Anger was ruining their trip to space, that's so tragic, so unfair.
And annoying.
Hiding her face from the child with the stuffed toy, she deeply glared at his warning. What makes him so important to make such rules? Or determine where the kid should live? It wasn't his.
Busted.
Much as Anger tried, he just couldnât be happy for him.
"Thatâs great kid, but itâs about time for bed, right? Câmon, weâve got to go home."
A hand went to grab his shoulder.
"Weâll look for space again tomorrow."
A glare was given to Morality. Should she put up any sort of resistance, it would be met with force.
Hm, how to handle this. Anger was clearly the stronger out of the two adults, and Morality wasn't too keen on really putting up much of a fight with this.
But they were so close..
Her hand remained firmly (but not uncomfortably) wrapped around Space's hand, she even shook it a bit to get his attention, only to gesture for him to continue following her. After all, she knew where space was supposedly! Who has time for sleep when space is so close!
Busted. (Closed RP; Space and Mora)
Anger had been watching the pair for a while, and didnât have a good feeling about what was happening. What confirmed his suspicions was the direction they were goingâdirectly to the multiverse portal.
Pissed didnât even begin to describe his mood. She betrayed his trust, that was one. But leading Space away pretty much sealed the deal. With his loyalty shifting to the little core, Anger had become more than a little defensive of him.
So when Morality and Space turned a corner, Anger was there and waiting.
"Whatâs the rush?"
Oh, he didnât look happy.
Morality stopped in a instant as Anger appeared. This was troublesome. She was so close to finally getting to the portal with the child.
It would figure. She had to commend him for his loyalty to the kid, but it was still misplaced.
She smiled and made a playful gesture upwards. In the meantime her rabbit was handed to Space.
 Scribble scribble!
Pen and pad wasted paper, ink, and time flipping to get a new page.
*writes!*
'I'm accustomed to this. It no longer bothers me. I give you three hours before you are driven mad.'
SCRIBBLE!
Bring it on. Iâll even bet you.
*she grinned gently; pens~*
'What would you like to bet?'
 Claude made a face, and refused the pad and pen, taking out a tiny whiteboard instead.
This isnât so 16th century :)
He wrote with a little happy face.
*does her own writing and hands him the paper*
'Markers dry out. Erasing leads to dirty flakes of marker dust. The marker smells as well.' *skips out on any emotes*
Scribble scribble!
Pen and pad wasted paper, ink, and time flipping to get a new page.
*writes!*
'I'm accustomed to this. It no longer bothers me. I give you three hours before you are driven mad.'
 A dismissive gesture was given to Mora. Whatever. He could totally pull this off, no big deal.
*shakes her head, isnât done!* âŠ?
*smiles, a little coyly but it was a smile still. roots around for her small pen and pad*
*hands it to him*
Claude made a face, and refused the pad and pen, taking out a tiny whiteboard instead.
This isnât so 16th century :)
He wrote with a little happy face.
*does her own writing and hands him the paper*
'Markers dry out. Erasing leads to dirty flakes of marker dust. The marker smells as well.' *skips out on any emotes*
