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🕯️ Cyrax for June

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

"June has been kind to me, and has learned to be accomedating of what I am. And I appreciate that. But I still worry about her. She needs to take a break soon. For her own sake."

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do you do this often? help people? / for Cyrax ( @glidaschleriis )

PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO AREN'T USED TO KINDNESS

"It's a... new development." Cyrax answers, lifting Frost up.

Cyrax doesn't know if he can call himself good now, but he knows that the old Lin Kuei wasn't much in the way of actually ever helping people.

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❛❛ ....so if I were to dump a water bucket on you, would you stop working like a cheap android ? Asking for a friend. ❜❜ // Cyrax I'm sorry xjshxj

"No, Johnny Cage. The Cyber Initiative made its machines stronger than that." Cyrax crosses his arms.

"And before you ask: no. I won't do the robot."

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[care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)

June and Cyrax, which obviously takes on a more mechanical meaning. She's being gentle and tender, as usual, but it's clear she was worried sick about him.

Bruises and Bruising

"Thank you." Cyrax nods his head appreciatively as June screws something back in place.

"It was Sektor." He answers, unprompted. "Which means I'll have to kill him again."

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(june/cyrax) "I'm a lost cause. You should just forget about me." Her handlers had just chewed her out for one reason or another, men in white coats putting her down about all these distractions to her work, threats of termination, lobotimisation. Reminding her once again that she is not loved, she is not considered human, she's here to work, nothing more. "I'm not like... Them. I'm nothing, I'm just here to do the work... I'm sorry, I forgot my place."

"You've never talked much about them." He just realizes. He's told June about so much. The Lin Kuei as it was and as it should be, his brief stint with the Outer World Investigation Agency, and most recently the White Lotus. But June and her handlers? Cyrax knows little about. And from what he can gather, it sounds painfully familiar.

"...What do they do when that happens?"

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(June/Cyrax) "There, all better." The frail scientist allowed Cyrax to move his repaired arm. "I don't know how a chunk was ripped out of it, but I suppose I could create a stronger alloy so it doesn't happen again." June murmured, taking his hand and closely inspecting it. "Have you made any process on your soul searching? I hope the White Lotus has what you've been looking for, I wish I could do more to assist on the matter, but..." June was still firmly in the belief that she had less of a soul than the robot before her.

INBOX

Cyrax rotates his arm, before flexing what would be the muscles if he had his original biology. Then he bends at the elbow, before moving each of his fingers. Finally, he stretches his arm out away from June, flicking his wrist as his hand retracts and a buzzsaw takes its place. He repeats the motion, and the buzzsaw retracts as the hand returns. Everything is working the way it should. He turns to face June.

"Thank you."

He thinks on the question. How does he explain it? The feeling of reaching for something that's there but not quite? Not whole but present nevertheless? The words elude him.

"It's been going well." He settles on.

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