DWN-059

Good Point: Incisive Bad Point: Outdated Like: Swordsmanship Dislike: Faulty swords [[affiliated with All My Robots]]

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sorry i disappeared again, work is being a pain and i had a lot of stuff planned w local friends last month, so i didn’t really have any brainpower to spare @_@

please have this bad picture of sword as a horse for halloween

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dwn-060 replied to your post:What's your opinion on Halloween? Got any costume...

Pfftt

...what’s funny

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MIGHT AS FREAKIN’ WELL BE, YOU’VE BOTH GOT THE SAME AMOUNT OF PERSONALITY

LIVE A LITTLE, JEEZ!!

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that makes no sense. why would being two halves change my personality any?

plus...

Sword almost says, ‘there is no point to me living’ but realizes that isn’t going to get him anywhere but yelled at or called a loser. And Percy sounds kind of... concerned? As concerned as Percy would ever sound, anyway. He... feels kind of happy about that. Maybe.

...i don’t know how. that’s why i’m saying there is no reason for me to go if i do not have someone else to at least attempt to emulate.

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even if i had the means

i don’t see a reason to participate.

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YOUR TOP HALF CAN BE A ZOMBIE AND YOUR BOTTOM HALF CAN BE A SHEET GHOST (BUT NOT A CAMO SHEET GHOST, THAT IDEA’S MINE)

YOU’RE WELCOME!!

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just because i’m separated at the waist does not mean i am two separate AIs, percy.

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searchingforaction replied to your post “What's your opinion on Halloween? Got any costume ideas in mind?”

YOU SHOULD GO AS A ZOMBIE!! YOU'RE BASICALLY ONE ANYWAYS

even if i had the means

i don’t see a reason to participate.

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What's your opinion on Halloween? Got any costume ideas in mind?

why would i care anything about halloween

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UUUUUUUUGH, YOU SUCK

FINE THEN, SEE IF I OFFER TO HELP YOU WITH ANYTHING ELSE IN THE FUTURE!!

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can we please not steal candy from clown this year

he becomes downright insufferable

That’s half the fun! Not like I have to put up with him~!

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Sword sighs again. Hey, he’s getting the hang of this ‘emotion’ thing.

normally i would remind you of the training rules to  शील, but for some reason you seem to be perfectly happy doing the opposite

not that it matters

[tenguman057-deactivated20161206]

Oh, but how would I steal candy from Noodles then? That’s one of the fun parts of Halloween, you wouldn’t deprive me of that would you?

 And besides, it goes better with your complexion anyway.

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UUUUUUUUGH, YOU SUCK

FINE THEN, SEE IF I OFFER TO HELP YOU WITH ANYTHING ELSE IN THE FUTURE!!

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can we please not steal candy from clown this year

he becomes downright insufferable

[dwn-056-raceway]

so you're just egotistical then

It’s not egotistical if you’ve EARNED it. I just– I don’t like being told what to do, got it? Anything wrong with that?

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not to be rude, but...

we were all built with a purpose. that is, technically, someone telling us what to do. if you don’t like being told what to do, why do you still race

were you programmed to rebel against direct orders

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Considering how Astro tended to float above people, having Sword look down on him like this was new. Still, without his namesake, Swordman was more “man” than anything, and the only reaction he got out of his temperamental brother was a cocked eyebrow.

For the moment, anyway. Astro was about to counter Sword’s snippy behavior by pointing out he’d probably fall flat on the ground 5 seconds after being unplugged, before Sword offered to help. Again. His face instantly scrunched up in confusion. Again. This was all strange and unfamiliar, challenging his previous assumption that Sword had all the emotional capability of an Automatic Teller Machine.

Giving Sword the best suspicious side-eye he could muster, Astro pushed away from his sphere armor, joints audibly stretching in his back. “You’re lively today.”

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“I’m not...” Sword starts, and then grows peculiarly silent. A beat passes before he remembers he can sigh to show frustration. Amazing. He does so, expelling air out of his mouth with the bleakest, most awkward expression ever. “...You’re avoiding the question.”

Since Astro hasn’t given him anything to do, he just. Sits back down again. It’s stiffer than usual, like the fact that he’d expressed feelings bothers him.

His gaze turns inward, towards his slowly increasing battery life. Sword calculates how long it’ll take for him to be fully charged again.

“...Why did you do it?” He asks, after a while. “Why did you recharge me?”

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Great.

Face seemingly melting as his fingers pulled at his synthetic skin, Astro weighed upon this seriously weird confession. “What.” Propping his forehead in his hand, he redirected his glare at the floating ball, bemusedly poking at its polished surface.

“No. Nuh uh no what no uh no no no no NOPE no stop slow down, Brienne.” This was sad. This was so sad it would’ve been worth recording to laugh at for years to come – if only he weren’t so offended that he was partly to blame. “Dammit, I’m not a fan of your relentless moping so your finding purpose is great! I guess. But my table??? That’s what you get excited about in the day. To hold my china.”

Ugh. UghhHHHHHHHHHHH. “Now I have to be responsible and keep you from being a moron like those… those 3rd Gen chumps,” he muttered under his breath, punctuating his frustration with quiet “bleghs.”

Guilt is the stupidest emotion.

Any warm fuzzies at being compared to Brienne of Tarth are immediately extinguished once Astro gets into the meat of his speech. (What? He identifies with her. She’s tragic.)

“I don’t get excited about being a table,” Sword says, and he... actually, he looks kind of offended. “It was an unintentional rewrite on my part-- not even one I was aware of until just now. Do you really think I planned on being your furniture? I’m a swordsman. ...Was a swordsman.” The fire bot stands up, using his height to his advantage in an attempt to look a little more intimidating.

The jazzercise tank top doesn’t really do him any favors, but, whatever.

“I shouldn’t have even said you had a choice in the matter,” Sword mutters. He honestly thought that Astro would have dismissed him and just let him go. “I will just fix this myself. I’m sorry for troubling you with both my relentless moping and my unintended objectives. Do you need any help with moving or not?”

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It was good that this floating black ball seemed to be its own pocket dimension; the mountain of multicolored pillows slowly shrank as Astro continued to fist the orb full of fluff.

“...I came to you so you could recharge me,”

Uhhh what? Annoyed, he turned to look at the other. “What are you blubbering abou–?”

What the hell was that. Sword’s face wasn’t like that .052 seconds ago. Something happened to Sword’s face. What that was, Astro had no idea, but he had no intent of letting a weirdy thing like that slip through his feckkin useless sausage fingers again goddammit.

Sword’s offer of help fell on dead earcaps while the slits of Astro’s squinting stare sized up the situation. “What are you doing.” The squinting intensified. “What’s happening right now.” The grip on his solar system dakimakura tightened.

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Sword hesitates, ducking his head down slightly in submission. Like everything else he does, he takes a little too long to respond, but it happens. Eventually.

“...You may have,” he starts, pausing. “...Inadvertently given me an alternative purpose, using me as a table. When you returned my legs to me and I synced up...” the bot shrugs. Is he embarrassed? After his one emotional slip-up, he looks more guarded than ever, so it’s hard to tell. “...Being useful to you drove me to seek you out.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“I can be dismissed if it is inconveniencing you,” Sword points out.

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“You came back right after I got done editing out every useless nude slash boobie shot in the series. I’m appreciating my own hard work, thanks.”

Odds and ends arced through the air and landed in a shoddy cardboard box, uninterrupted by the vocal intrusion, as Astro prepared for his next migration. “You know what, I did.” Whatever strangeness tainted Sword’s tone was lost on the preoccupied robot. If there was any significance behind recharging his brother, it didn’t really occur to him – Sword’s the same, sad lump powered or not, Astro thought to himself as he began stuffing his rear sphere apparatus with the rest of the pointless junk that wouldn’t fit in the box.

He turned a fistful of pastries around in his hand. Giving them a tentative sniff, he shrugged and casually threw them out the window. “Consider it payback for compromising my position yet again.”

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There’s a long moment of silence. Without turning around, it could have easily been passed off as Sword being Sword-- silent, stoic, and more likely than not taking Astro’s scathing remarks like the sad, pathetic piece of furniture he was.

“...I came to you so you could recharge me,” Sword repeats, strangely, realization dawning on him. His face contorts into something like shock for a moment, eyes wide; the reaction too fast for him to suppress it properly.

“...Do you need help packing?” he asks, legs halfway to standing.

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Astro heaved an exasperated “Oh my god,” before there was a bang at the door. Pulling himself out of his luxurious mound of lumpy pillows, the surly illusion bot popped open the hatch that hid his spot to find…

“Of course you would.”

Astro’s immaculate cut flopped this way and that as he inspected the abandoned hallways, paranoid the others were going to find his hiding spot as per usual. Finding nary a soul, he reached out with his silly balled hands to drag the power-starved husk of a shell of a robot into the space as quickly as he could manage, not really caring about the cracks and bongs Sword made as his limbs and head flailed limply against the walls.

He’d have to move again, but that was alright – ever since that one time they were almost found, Astro made sure to skeedaddle and cover his tracks regularly. It was such a pleasant two years! Wonderful solitude, he thought as he sat the two pieces up and plugged them into the wall.

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He powers up slowly.

Sword’s eyes remain closed, but his brows furrow, cogs whirring within as the anti-grav system starts back up. The cold reboot leaves his body scrambling to re-patch and update-- a clear sign of the fire bot’s neglect in charging himself regularly. Not that that’s anything new, but...

The fact that Sword had gone looking for help? That he’d actually gone out of his way to try and prevent his battery from dying?

That was a marvel in itself.

He finally starts moving, his head sluggishly rocking to one side and then the other, as if shaking himself awake. His legs, lying dead to the side of his upper body, roll into a sitting position just below his torso. The lids of his eyes flutter open and shut, his optic receivers slowly regaining light as his sensors begin to activate.

“...You recharged me,” Sword says, thickly, his voice still wrought with static. There’s something strange to the tone, like he’s unfamiliar with the emotion he’s attempting to convey. His legs and arms stir, restless, as if impatient with how slow the rest of him is catching up. “...Are you watching Game of Thrones again?”

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> a r e yo u st i ll a t {X, Y} c o ord i n a t e s

> Did you run out of batteries while spooking around the fortress again?

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> a p ol o g iiii e s

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MMMMMMMMBIIIRRRRTTTTHHHHDEEEEIIIGGHHHHH

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Particle Man, Particle Man

[ahandsomewatertank]

-Aqua took about a minute or two from eating and trying everything at least once to look around and see who else had arrived.He had noticed Clown, Frost and Astro, which made him smile, no sign of Grenade made it turn upside down. He didn’t bother with either Percy or Ivan, they both had their pretty dates, and Tengu? Pft he didn’t even have to question it. The only one of his brothers that was missing was…

Sword!

He barely caught  sight of his older brother, but still caught it! Sword was pretty good at hiding was the first thought that came to Aqua’s mind. The second one, the joy he felt from seeing his brother at the party, especially since there was a high chance that Sword wasn’t gonna go.Standing up from his chair with little to no grace, almost knocking over the table in the process.Aqua practically dashed towards his brother not caring if he bumped into any other bots.-

"Big Bro! Hey hey hey hey!" -Finally reaching the other Aqua was bouncing in his spot giddily. He glanced over Sword’s attire and his brother was dressed handsomely now that Aqua had a closer look.He was honestly resisting the urge to pull at Sword’s arm and hug it tightly, since he wasn’t sure how he’d hug the rest of him.-

"I’m surprised ya actually came! Did you see the place? They even got a petting zoo! Imma pet that cow later" 

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"Ah." He practically doesn't register the crash and clatter Aqua makes in his rush, but Sword reacts quicker to his 'brother' bouncing over than he usually reacted to anything else, looking down quickly and his bottom half turning to face his linemate.

It feels like he'd been startled, but it's hard to tell because he's still got that incredibly bland look on his face, but then he realizes, oh, it's Aqua.

Sword seems to remember the bare bones of what you're supposed to do when you're happy to see someone, letting his eyes crinkle up in a smile that doesn't quite appear on his face. "Hi. I was just thinking about you." He glances up to see what petting zoo his brother had been talking about, and spots the giant, anthropomorphic bull. "...I don't think that animal is part of the attraction."

The firebot looks back down to his drink, as if realizing he still has it, then looks back up to his brother, the smile gone from his face and the tiniest hints of how uncomfortable he actually is shows in how he fidgets in midair. Somehow. His bottom half shifts its weight awkwardly as well and he averts his gaze.

"I don't know why I'm here," he admits.