~Anarchy~

[bionicparrot]

So I have made an interest thread tracker!

Anyone can fill in any thoughts or ideas. It's a good way to set up character intros and plots! I want to know what others want to have happen!

[cloakedspurs]

@revolutionaryanarchy

With a heavy thud from his boot, Eight stepped into the rusted  greenhouse. From afar it had appeared to be nothing more than a large shed or  even a deserted factory of a sort, but now standing inside? He realized that this “mill”  wasn’t exactly industrial. As vines and over-grown foliage covered most of its glass walls and there seemed to be nothing machine about it. Matter of fact, the cowboy could see a vast half-dead, half unkept garden spread out behind the structure.

Well he’ll be darned, it really just was an abandoned garden after all. Seems like he wasn’t going to find much here, not even wire. Still, he placidly made his way further inside.Until suddenly he came to a halt.

Sure, his radar was resting on his back-but he had heard it. Leaves rustling-whole lot of rustling.

[cloakedspurs]

Well-there was no creature in sight. Just a violet-eyed, curious, pink bot. Flower hat and all- must be the care taker of the place, Shade figured. Although it seemed like she had been away for a bit…

“Ya heard right Miss, critters. Though don’t think I’ll find any here, aye?” Shade  replied, eyeing her as she stepped a bit nearer. Then he lifted his gaze a little at her next statement. “Hunter?” He paused to chew on his dart. She was quick, wasn’t she?

“….I’m just a cowboy out on a walk, that’s all.” Eight nodded, before turning to take another good look at the garden again. This time he noticed the thick thorns that many of the plants seemed to have. “What do I think?…Don’t know Miss, guess those roses are spiffy, but could use a bit of clipping.” He went on dryly.

“Heh, but what do I know? You’re the gardener here, aren’t ya?”

[revolutionaryanarchy]

"Clipping? Now why would someone want to clip anything so lovely." she questioned with a motion to the overgrown foliage that looked to do its best to consume the derelict greenhouse.

"This is untamed. Uncontrolled. How things should be."

She slid off the shelf she was sitting on. As soon as her boots hit the ground, the rusted nails and rotted wood that made it collapsed with a loud clatter behind her.

"So Mr. Just a Cowboy, what kind of critters would you venture all the way out here to find? You really went off the beaten path."

[oh-teen-posts]

[revolutionaryanarchy]

If you were a deity, what would you be the god of?

creation and light

you’re youthful and vivacious. your followers often have an aura of freedom and positivity surrounding them. you give them the fire to illuminate the dark and free themselves. even the thought of you is a great source of inspiration and courage.

Tagging: Steal it 

Stolen from others. 

[revolutionaryanarchy]

Rogue Robot Master Spotted

Magpie Woman has been spotted in the city.

((Magpie is up on the muse list and open for interactions. 

[revolutionaryanarchy]

Is is a valid pilot's license?

"Who said anything about a license? I just downloaded the pilot’s manual!"

[revolutionaryanarchy]

“You know its surprisingly easy to download a piloting class.” 

[revolutionaryanarchy]

“Wait a minute. Is that?” 

“....”

“PLAGUE I NEED A DINOSAUR!” 

[revolutionaryanarchy]

machinesandman​:

The Robot Master seemed to agree, and there she went. Jazz turned the other way and sprinted towards what she had seen as a control panel for this strapped up figure. Her arms shifted, moving the Met in her grip, and carefully undid one of the straps of her overalls. Tucking the met inside the side chest section of her work outfit, before reclicking the shoulder section. Letting the little guy sit safe and snug. “There, you’ll be safe here. Save your power, do not scan, do not try and use your reserves.” She spoke sternly, now turning her full focus onto the levers in front of herself. This she knew well.

Hands began to carefully shift dials, and levers. Forcing the chained slab with the Robot Master strapped on it to slowly begin to move, lowering down towards the floor and tilting backwards. Various power sections getting offlined so it wouldn’t move back up. It was just a few moments really. This place was always so simple for the mechanic to navigate and use in a heart beat. Pitiful.

Once everything was all green, the human jumped over the panels, clean vaulting straight too the target. Her rushed movements coming into a skidding stop next too it now. One hand yanking up her baggy pant leg, and unstrapping bolt cutters from the lower leg. Jazz was always prepared to blur the lines of laws or right and wrong, and sometimes that meant cutting through fences, metal parts, breaking down old machines- or in this case, breaking chains for freedom.

The sounds of clinking and snapping steel could be heard as she forced each clip through them with force. During this is when she heard Plague Woman up above, the grinding of metal and the voice, making Jazz look up. Getting a loud curse in return. Only this one? They were supposed to do these things during the day, make notations, and do it all together so none of them were left alone. What the hell, who was in charge here now? “Dammit. Are there parts that are salvageable, and their chip sets? Maybe we can reassemble them? Hell, even the chip sets alone…?” If they could get the base minimum of what them them who they were, the bodies could be second focus at another time.

Since when did Jazz decide to become an accomplice in all this, and not just a prisoner or hostage? Probably the moment that she saw this offline Robot here. Now being freed. She may need to carry this one out manually. This whole time, that little Met was making nervous noises and trying to hide lower in the cloth it was tucked inside of.

She gave one last scan from above. The sight was grim. Scrapped IC chips hold no value. Once a robot is processed its normally one of the first pieces to be discarded. 

Time was up. As painfully frustrating as it waws to linger would be foolish. 

“No, there are no chip sets. They’ve been fully broken down.”  

With a vault over the catwalk railing she dropped down next to Jazz with her coat kicking up the dirt around their feet. The human had done well in securing the abandoned robot. Suspiciously so. For now that didn’t matter. It served her purposes well. 

“You keep bolt cutters hidden on your person?” 

It was easy enough to sling the offlined robot over her shoulder and with a few adjustments she familiarized herself with the additional weight. With a sharp turn she glanced down at the squeaking Met and sent it a warning over the network for it to silence itself. 

“That van out front. It’s yours correct? We will be taking it.” 

[revolutionaryanarchy]

"So after a bit of googling it ends up they do get high enough to skydive from!"

"Now I just need to know if they are easy enough to hotwire!"

[revolutionaryanarchy]

"Hmmm ... Here's a thought. Does anyone know if those tiny double passenger planes get high enough to skydive from?"

[thetitanalone]

🌺flower/herbal themed oc asks 🌿

Rosemary: What's their fondest memory?

Daisy: Does your they have a younger sibling or another character they see as a younger sibling?

Hyssop: Do they have a god/religion they feel strongly about?

Abatina: Are they very picky or particular about anything?

Chives: What's their biggest talent?

Coriander: Do they have any hidden talents?

Larkspur: How do they feel about their home country?

Bluebell: What's their most embarrassing memory?

Dill: Do they have any rivals?

Goldenrod: Have they had any major injuries?

Hollyhock: What's their biggest goal right now?

Lavender: If they were going to a masquerade ball, how would they feel and who would they take?

Geranium: Who do they look up most to?

Hydrangea: Who do they find themselves confiding in most often?

Sage: What are they an expert on?

Snapdragon: Are they good at lying?

Sweet pea: If you had to choose a favorite dessert for them, what would it be?

Tulip: Do they still know anyone from their childhood? If so, who?

Rose: What do they look for in a romantic partner?

Begonia: Do they have any specific irrational fears?

Fennel: Are they good in diplomatic situations?

Dahlia: What's your favorite thing about them?

Hibiscus: Do they have a crush on anyone right now?

Basil: If they had one wish with no consequences, what would it be?

Amaryllis: What accomplishment are they the proudest of?

Camellia: Do you have a particular song that always reminds you of them?

Chamomile: Do they have trouble sleeping?

Daffodils: What's their biggest disappointment/failure

Fern: What's their current relationship with their family?

Willow: What's their most toxic trait?

Lilac: What is the most signature accessory they wear?

Marjoram: Are they good at cooking?

Lily-of-the-valley: What's their general sense of style?

Oak: Have they ever had a magical mishap?

Mint: What's the most selfless thing they've ever done?

Morning glory: What traits do you and them share?

[revolutionaryanarchy]

((My flower daughter is getting some expressions! I’m planning on a few more icons for her then hopefully by Mon the third anarchy bot will be added to the blog!))

[disgustinggf]

i'm in fact THE problem but at least i'm sexy

[dpn-datalogs]

revolutionaryanarchy​:

It was very obvious that the smile she held was starting to crack from anger brought on by his words.

“Mhmm, yeahhhh. You just live in a world of sunshine and rainbows dontcha sailor? Got family? If you do what’s worth more a building or one of them? Cause if you’d take a moment to really think the fire department will do a magical thing called evacuations.”

Smog black as pitch started to pour from the robot behind him. The sirens were now getting to close.

“We do not have time nor the responsibility to explain what we do with him.” The unknown bot called to petal before simply deciding to run past Hydro using the cover of her smog.

Petal was scooped up and slung over the others shoulder while she ran towards the alleyways.

“Remember sailor!” Petal called out.

“Pink with leather straps!”

“Hey! Get back-” A crash cut Hydro off as something collapsed in the building, sending a plume of smoke and embers shooting out the window. Hydro stepped back, covering his face. He couldn’t see the two through all that smoke, but it was a given that they were gone. The fishbot grimaced, knowing he likely couldn’t catch them. “Hydro!” Drone dropped from the sky, having flown ahead of the firefighters to help his brother. “I got here as fast as I could! Where’s the arsonist!?” he asked, his minibuster at the ready. “…they’re gone.” Hydro turned away. “I’m going to the police station to give them a description. Good luck with the fire.” “Huh? Wait a minute, you’re just leaving?” Drone watched Hydro walk off, clearly concerned. “I mean…yeah, it’s important to tell the cops, but…are you okay?” “…no.” Hydro answered simply before walking away.

[dpn-datalogs]

revolutionaryanarchy​:

“HA!” Petal laughed. “As if we were wily puppets, please. We have more tact then that. If we were humans and robots would be getting hurt ”

When his arm lowered so did the scythe at his neck. Very slowly and with great caution the pressure on his back was pulled away and the new bot spoke.

“The files in that building were the last hard copies of serial numbers and identification information of the next line of robots to be called in for decommission in the area. The papers needed to burn so they wouldn’t.”

Petal just lit up at the information given. “SEE! Saving lives~”

Hydro just continued to give the flowerbot a hateful look. “That doesn’t justify arson!” he snapped. “I’m all for repurposing robots instead of scrapping them, but not if it’s putting lives in danger! You’re both just a couple of radicals who need to be stopped.” He glanced over his shoulder, wanting a look at whoever almost decapitated him. “What if this fire spreads out of the firefighter’s control? What if people get hurt, or worse?”

[revolutionaryanarchy]

It was very obvious that the smile she held was starting to crack from anger brought on by his words.

"Mhmm, yeahhhh. You just live in a world of sunshine and rainbows dontcha sailor? Got family? If you do what's worth more a building or one of them? Cause if you'd take a moment to really think the fire department will do a magical thing called evacuations."

Smog black as pitch started to pour from the robot behind him. The sirens were now getting to close.

"We do not have time nor the responsibility to explain what we do with him." The unknown bot called to petal before simply deciding to run past Hydro using the cover of her smog.

Petal was scooped up and slung over the others shoulder while she ran towards the alleyways.

"Remember sailor!" Petal called out.

"Pink with leather straps!"

[dpn-datalogs]

revolutionaryanarchy​:

Right as he was in range to grab her she smiled brightly at him. He’d feel a blade hook around his neck and the pressure of someone pushing into his back.

“I can’t let you do that love. We are not here to make enemies. I do not wish to damage you but know you are surrounded and we are leaving peacefully. Your life is not worth that of the bloated corpse of a building funded on the bodies of our people.”

Luckily for his vocal processor, Hydro did stop before running neck first into that blade. His hand reaching for the flowerbot tighened into a fist as he lowered his arm. “…what the hell is your deal?” he growled at whoever was behind him. “Did Wily whip up an extra-crazy line of Robot Masters or something?”

[revolutionaryanarchy]

"HA!" Petal laughed. "As if we were wily puppets, please. We have more tact then that. If we were humans and robots would be getting hurt "

When his arm lowered so did the scythe at his neck. Very slowly and with great caution the pressure on his back was pulled away and the new bot spoke.

"The files in that building were the last hard copies of serial numbers and identification information of the next line of robots to be called in for decommission in the area. The papers needed to burn so they wouldn't."

Petal just lit up at the information given. "SEE! Saving lives~"