#cyl-bot11

[mad-unit-alive]

Salutations my dear! My name is Cyl, it's a pleasure to meet you! I hope all is and goes well for you. {For bontu,drowsy, iv-tr4p and insanity} •Cyl-bot11

Drowsey: >Hi Cyl-bot11! It's so nice to meet you and thanks for the hope!<

IV-TRAP: oh hello there fellow unit, nice to meet you and all is well.

Bontu: *blushes and hides behind IV-TRAP* Uh- um H-hi Cyl..

Insanity: Hey.

[nanitesorsomeshite]

ECHO relayed to: @cyl-bot11

“Well, I’ll be a bugger’s auntie if ye ain’t

the cutest lil’ robot I’ve ever seen! I’ve seen a

lot, mind ye. Ye got a name, lad?” Zane

crouched down to the mechanical being’s

height and rested his arms on his knees. A

handsome smile flashed upon his face as

he reached out as a greeting.

[cowgirl-illusions]

@cyl-bot11

The future sheriff was kinda bored, if she was honest. She had just taken down a bandit camp, and the excitement was slowly dwindling. She didn’t have enough ammo to take out another one right now, so she’d have to make due with trying to find something to do.

Or, maybe it would find her?

As she was walking, she started to hear some commotion. While she couldn’t exactly make out what was being said, she found herself still heading towards the voices. 

It was a slight shock to see a robot surrounded by a few bandits. She would of laughed and walked away i it was a claptrap unit, but this didn’t look like one. So, why not intervene?

With a sharp whistle, the cowgirl walked towards the group. 

“I know y’all aren’t messing with my bot, right? That would make me pretty damn pissed.”

Nisha was ever amazed that her reputation managed to scare off the fledgling bandits, leaving her alone with the poor bot.

“You cool? What was all that ‘bout?”

[rhysthenotsocompanyman]

☮ - If you’d like a starter.
♥ - If you just want to RP, and see where it goes. Maybe? -Cyl-bot11

@Cyl-bot11

Rhys doesn’t usually travel to sanctuary, what with being a former Hyperion employee, the quasi-host to Handsome Jack’s AI, and now the person dragging Atlas back from death as it’s CEO/President, it’s a dangerous bargain, but then again his friends usually hang out there, meaning Athena, Fiona and Sasha, and occasionally Loader Bot and Gortys. It must’ve been one of those days where someone was just having an absolutely shitty day because soon he finds himself with a gun shot through his gut and his cybernetic arm which was sparking angrily and not responding the way it was supposed to which meant he was going to need to repair it and it was probably going to be expensive, with a groan he slumped against the wall, flesh hand awkwardly trying to keep pressure on the wound, barely paying any attention to his surroundings.