Feb 21, 2013
YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A MONSTER.
He looks up from the book in his hands, a frown creasing his faceplate. Instead of bursting with anger like he wants to,Fidget says two simple words ,”Go away.”
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YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A MONSTER.
He looks up from the book in his hands, a frown creasing his faceplate. Instead of bursting with anger like he wants to,Fidget says two simple words ,”Go away.”
Glidden was killing people while you were away please don't leave again
Finding a way to his friends through the portal, the automaton stops. His boiler ached and the voice box in his throat filled with static. He needed to rest. and so he did.
Fidget lets the book he was reading tumble from his hands. The grey face gawks from behind a tree but he pays them little mind. The word swirl in his hard drive. He is on his feet in a moment, damaged optic flickering. “Glidden. Oh…oh n..n..n..no.”
Broken (Open Roleplay)
With a clank and a whirl, Fidget shakes out of statis. "Glid-!" The lab around him is more cluttered than usual. There is the sense of desperation and speed to the mess. Someone was really distressed. He frowns to himself at the sight of such a number of book thrown haphazardly around. But then his attention is drawn to the blocky head of his mechanic friend. The idiot.
It takes Fid a moment to remember who he is exactly. Fidget Delamaire. It is 2012...he thinks. How much time had passed? His gaze meets the idiot against and he winds his metal hands into his friend's shirt.
"Wh..what..happened,"he squeaks. The slight stutter makes him start with surprise for a moment. "M..y voice." The idiot shakes his head. "It'll be like that for a while,"the human murmurs,"You...erm..you had a bad glitch on New Years. Your systems went into some sort of 'safe mode' and I've been trying to find the problem. It has..been months. I'm not sure how much of your programming is corrupted. I tried but.."
Fidget's hands relax and fell to his sides. A puff of steam is released from his vents. A very human feeling of defeat washes over the automaton. "Wait,"the idiot says,"I know at least the vocal tic will be temporary. So ...that is something. And I could be wrong about the programming corruption."
Fid nods mutely and is out of the door and into the chilly Colorado air. He knew the way to the various portals around the estate. And he needed to find those who he had left behind in his previous state.
Do you happen to have any favored tunes of this age?
"Of this age? Why! I am a bit partial to Michael Buble!"
Canary is perplexed. Firstly, because the creature can write, secondly, because of what it wrote. At first she doesn't even notice what it says, but when she does, her mouth drops open and her red eyes flick between the paper and the shadow. "But... goodness how intriguing..." Canary takes a step forward towards him, feeling a little more brave, but still cautious. "Well, I must say I wish we could have met on better terms, sir." She shifts, feeling a bit strange for addressing a shadow.
Fidget is nearly cheering at this point. Well. He would be if that was possible in this current form. The darkness swirls around the room for a moment, forming silhouettes. A humanoid form, distinctly tall and long limb-ed bows before dissolving. Shapes are hard to hold. Then Fidget is back to being the spatial shadow, almost clear at the edges.
At her comment, he makes an approving sound like nails on a windowpane. With long fingers he motions towards her in a sort of greeting and the the ink is working around again.
ME TOO. INCONVIENT. SORRY.
Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever seen one?
Fidget huffs,imitating the human gesture he had learned in his books. "I'm a robot. Ghosts do not concern me. Though I never have seen one and my books indicate that when carbon-based lifeforms die they become...worm food."
HELLO FIDGET, PLEASURE TO MEET YOU FRIEND. MY NAME IS VECTOR AND I LIKE PLANES! What do you like?
"Oh! Hello there Miss Vector," He bows deeply, tilting his face up to smile warmly at her. "The pleasure is all mine! Well as for me, I like books , piano music and cooking. Though I've never been on a plane. What is it like,if I may ask?"
((sorry about my tardyness! Is this still happening or...?)) Canary raises an eyebrow and takes a sharp step back from it when it gets in her face. She's on edge, but isn't about to retreat now. There was to much to be uncovered about this... thing. By it's body language, she assumes it is searching. "Are you looking for something, Creature...?" she asks it hesitantly as she observes it more carefully. "Do you need assistance?"
(( Oh yeah totally! It is a fun thread! Unless you want to wrap it up? ))
With a gust of wind and shadow,a small bottle of ink tumbles from the top shelve of a bookcase. Black liquid splatters downward. Before it can quite reach the floor,paper follows it. The shadows seems to breath as the ink stops mid air and begins to form words, as if a pen is dripped in them
I AM FIDGET