#fawkestheautomaton

[theoiljoint]

Fawkes called the number Ellijah left months ago, hoping to get voice mail. Hopes being met with the message played. "Yea, this is Fawkes, Dapper's boyfriend. Wanted to let you know she's awake an moving." He quickly hung up.

Tipsy kept the receiver pressed to the side of her head, against her audio receptor, staring at the wood paneling and tapping the eraser-end of a pencil rapidly against a notepad.

… She should tell Elijah. Immediately. She would want to know.

… But when Elijah left, she came back late. Every time. Tipsy couldn’t blame her for wanting to socialize; her upbringing had been strange even by automaton standards. But that same energy invoked an increased generosity in their patrons— better tips.

Tips that Elijah had always happily split with her employer.

Tips that were suddenly a lot more important for the bar’s survival.

…

She would tell Elijah at the end of her shift.

[askthehuntermusician]

RP Ledger

((Feel free to bother me if I'm forgetting someone... I'm still a bit tired and not sure if I missed someone.

Dapper:

The Truth will Come out (fawkestheautomaton) (Fawkes' turn)

Untitled with Brandon (factorymadeautomaton)

Askbox RP with Jack and Jolt (ask-jack-and-jolt) (Their turn)

Brent:

Askbox RP with Ave!Anon (Ave's turn)

Untitled with Merlot (modestmerlot) (my turn)

Askbox RP with the Teaseller (Teaseller's reply)

Oh Hell with Lila (little-lovely-lila) (Lila's turn)

I'm so tempted to bother more people with Brent... Maybe I'll sic' 'm on Rayner and Felli. And maybe Micheal. Because yesterday's fun that's why.))

[askdapperlovely]

What if Dapper/420 never met Fawkes? Where do you think they would be?

((First off, YOU ARE EVIL.

Second, considering their first first meeting, that means 420 would’ve been thirsty that night and Dapper would’ve had a hard time getting to Las Vegas.

In the long run? Dapper and 420 would’ve stayed as drifters, flirted with the others, and stayed on the run. Dapper would not be in love, and 420 would not be questioning her ability to be loved. If you count little incidences, like Rita shooting her, there’d certainly be a difference, but mostly on who would save her. And the boys would really be the ones worse off (nitro addiction and fighting being the main problems that Dapper/420 have interferred in in their own way).

But otherwise… Dapper/420 would be the same as they were before they met the boys. As much as I don’t want to admit it, there wouldn’t be a big change if they simply didn’t meet. If anything, it’d be that Fawkes and Jericho would be worse off then Dapper and 420.))

[askdapperlovely]

What if 420 and Fawkes met in WWII?

((Mr./Ms. Anon. You asked for a what-if, you get a headcannon instead.

I get the feeling they did meet. They just didn’t know it. Nor did they really get to know each other. It was just a night where 420 happened to be at the base Fawkes was stationed at. Both were at a bar, though opposite sides of the place. 420 was having a rough night, drinking away, and happened to notice another automaton there. She ordered and sent a drink to him, then left.

I doubt either remembered the other. Fawkes only heard of 420 through rumors because of her skill as an assassin (I got it from here, thank you very much), and even if he saw her, she mostly dressed in complete black (minus her green gloves) and hid her face. And I don’t think 420 would’ve remembered either since she wasn’t damaged at that point in time and in need of his help.))

[askdapperlovely]

Run alittle bot Run

It starts off dark as well in this new dream.

Dapper tries to look around, but it's dark. She can recognize it's the garage, but everything seems that much bigger. That much harder to look around.

She finds him slouched on a table, just balancing on the stool. He probably worked himself into stasis or something and a small smile came to her lips.

"Babe, come on, up to bed." She walked over to him, giving his shoulder a small shake. There was no response, so she tried again, leaning over the table to look in his face.

His eyes were wide open and light-less.

"....Babe!" She yanked him up, his whole body lax and silent. "FAWKES!"

There's nothing there.

She hugs him close, taking him in her arms. She's immediately looking around for the nearest phone, and that's when she notices the empty glass bottle on the table. It looked just like the nitro bottle she had burnt up weeks ago. Except how empty the bottle is.

And a note. All it says is "Your fault".

It's her fault.

Her fault.

And now both of them are gone.

Her eyes fly open again, and this time she's terrified. Her legs swing over the side of the bed and she's bounding down the stairs to the garage. Her clockwork's working overtime as she's looking around. Fawkes is still at the table, sitting on the stool... But at least he's sitting up, tinkering on something.

She sighs once, pure relief as that nightmare was just that. A nightmare. Not even speaking a word, she crosses towards him, hugging him from behind. He jerks a little at the sudden contact, but she didn't care. He was fine.

[askdapperlovely]

that weird fawkes Jericho and Dapper 420 thing.

((Hold on. There's no one gif.

The only thing I don't like about this ship is it doesn't have a name.... Otherwise? Love it. This close to being perfect in my mind.))

((EDIT: False alarm! Ship has been named D4, courtesy of Neoma and Jeanie! It is now perfect!))

[askdapperlovely]

Try This Again (420/Dapper - Fawkes/Jericho)

She hated anons.

Truly and deeply.

But her hatred for the damn things didn't outweigh her worry. And that damn grey face had downright scared her with what it said about Fawkes.

So she had run home, to his garage. Not bothering with knocking or being quiet like Dapper would be and looking around. "HEY. Foxy, you here?"

[askdapperlovely]

Bullet in the Leg and Returning the Favor

Blinking her fading eyes, Dapper woke up to pain in her leg. Blinding, insane, maddening pain that made her cry out. She just barely noticed that Fawkes was holding her, her mind focused on her legs. Something... Her old keyhole. It was shot through. On the one hand, thank God above it hadn't been her neck. On the other, it was still a keyhole. It was still sensitive and the source of some strength in her legs. Openly sobbing as the pain continued, she barely heard Fawkes talk to her. Or the garage door open. Her mind was so addled with pain sensors going off, warnings ringing in her ears and  putting her in a forced stasis. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...So. A dead end?" Turns remained quiet as he drove their car. Hansen hadn't trusted him enough to drive on his own and hopped in before the younger could speed off. Trying again, Hansen swatted at his shoulder. "Jared. Answer me." "Fine, fine... I saw her. Couldn't do much though." The elder agent's face tried to remain unchanging, but he still couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. "You saw her... And you didn't bother to call for backup?" "It was a weird situation... But she'll be down for now." "JARED!" At his name, he slammed on the brakes, turning around to lash out at him. "DON'T you DARE! ...Look, I found her, she's taken care of for now. I'll get her... One of these days I'll get her to pay for all the crap she's done. Including what my dad went through. ...But now's not that day." "You're dragging this out Kid...." "She did. I'm just returning the favor."