#ftf.;

[automatousmarionette]

Cont. from [ x ] // @iliyovunjika

              Maybe she had done her coordinate calculations wrong this time, because she was definitely not in the place where she needed to be. In fact, she realized it quite soon with different people surrounding her, curious of her sudden appearance, not to mention the very faint glow of her blue eyes being very curious too. Thankfully, she was wearing her artificial skin, her more robotic shell hidden from sight, but the stares still left her quite uncomfortable and anxious, eyes darting from one spot to another in means of finding a quick means of escape.

With so many people around and curious eyes on her, she didn’t notice another approaching her, only getting slightly startled when some weight was suddenly dropped atop of her head, looking to her side and up at a man, at least a foot taller than her, noticing that it was, in fact, his hand that was now resting on top of her soft, white hair. His words, however, surprised her, eyes widening as she looked up at him with astonishment.

Had he come to help her ? Rosa noticed people slowly lose interest in her now when this stranger had so outright threatened to hurt them if any of them overstepped, looking back at him once he spoke to her directly now.

“I... Thank you. I must have calculated something wrong with my coordinates, this isn’t where I should be. I didn’t mean to gather so much attention with my appearance. I’m sorry...“

She realized it a bit too late that she had just admitted to a complete stranger that she was not from this world. Would he think her crazy now ?

[automatousmarionette]

You thought today was going to be a good day. Your shift had ended at the bubble cafe and you were back on your way home, walking down the streets and listening to music on your phone. It wasn’t too long of a walk and soon enough you were on your way up the stairs to your shared flat, taking the keys and unlocking the door. There was no need to hurry, so you kicked off flats, taking earbuds out from your ears and slowly working with your phone.

That is until there was an ear shattering crash. Almost instantly you lifted up your head, eyes open wide and you felt an actual shiver run through your body. That...couldn’t be good at all. In fact, you had an idea just what exactly it had been.

Just like that, you dropped your bag and phone, off into a sprint to where you thought you heard the crash - to the kitchen. Once you were in the very door frame, you actually felt...mortified. There he was, back into his laptop form, but not in any optimal form. Had it fallen when he turned back into the laptop ? Is that why keyboard keys were scattered around the floor and the screen was shattered ? But really, you couldn’t think straight. All that was on your mind was...

“ZERO !!” 

Rushing to him, you slid next to him on the floor, picking him up and looking at the heap of ruined laptop in your hands, you looked downright scared. Without waiting for any reply, you held the laptop close to your chest, getting up and sprinting out from the kitchen to your room. 

The door to your room swung open wildly and hit the wall next to it, but you were already at your workstation, setting him down right next to your laptop. You started opening drawers to search for the right cables, shutting them close with immense strength that it made the desk wobble. Delicate hands were shaking as they started hooking the ruined laptop to hers, cursing under her breath.

“Please, please work. Please be okay, please, Zero...”

[automatousmarionette]

Rescue Party // @red-return-key @zombiemacarena

She knew that her instincts weren't lying, bu still preserved hope that maybe he would return. However, she couldnt sit at her place idly and decided to move to that very timeline to help Red out with searching for Dave. 

Moving to her walk in closet and accessing a panel she had built in, she watched as hidden doors skittered aside for her to look at her equipment, as well as a battle body readily available. However, she wasn’t looking for that, as much as putting some boxes of ammunition in her bag and pulling out a sheathed katana. The android put it on her back, the magnetic forces keeping it suspended just an inch away from her back, something she herself had built in.

As she left the closet, Rosa moved to speak with Zero briefly, telling them that she might be gone for a day or so, depending on the severity of the situation. But she gave a reassuring smile and a pat on the laptop, perhaps more for herself than for Zero. She still needed to pack a med kit, in case something had happened.

After that, she started to input coordinates to the NASA HQ, having saved them from the previous trip there, having cleaned up the zombies before Red and Dave had gotten there. Just like that, she disappeared from her room and appeared in a very different timeline, right in front of NASA HQ. Rosa immediately began looking around for Red.

“Red ?!”

[automatousmarionette]

Extending a virtual hand // @zero-seven-nine

Today was a slow day at work. Even if she didn’t necessarily need to, she liked to work at the bubble tea cafe, even though some days were just too slow for the poor automaton. This time though, she was busy working on a brand new laptop, running a few programs to prepare it for the new AI friend she had made.

Once she was done with her shift, she packed her stuff and went straight home, grabbing a huge bag with all kinds of things, cords, adapters, tools, you name it. Rosa tampered with her watch transportalizer and entered the coordinates she had calculated, along with the latitude and longitude coordinates given by Zero themselves. Just like that, she disappeared from her room and appeared somewhere else. It was a bit dark, so the android blinked quickly, activating her eyes to glow strongly in a light blue color. 

The area around her definitely reeked of decade long dust...

[yaremanumitter]

The Great Fall

@carnifexgage // @tatteredguise

Dirk woke up this very early morning with unease. It had been a while since one of his solo missions of trying to get their attention enough for them to send someone who could potentially fill Dirk in about some inner TOAU things through potential torture. Unless they were willing to give up information without much resistance. But in any case, today was the day he was to set out on yet another mission of that kind, slowly moving to get up from his bed.

It didn’t take long for him to set out, only dressing up in rather casual clothes and not bothering to wear special equipment, even if Seb had told him not to go out without it. He couldn’t let TOAU to get their hands on something like that, if things were to go south. That was one of the things that the Resistance had, technology that TOAU didn’t have, made by a genius mercenary. He had pulled his grey and blonde hair into a small pony tail, white strands falling onto his face which he slicked back the slightest and out of his eyes. 

With his trusty katana by his side, he made his way towards the nearest city. It wasn’t even 6AM, and sunlight could barely get through the thick green and grey clouds. With flashstep his journey was even shorter, making into the city and, as soon as he could, journeying up a building by climbing windows and pipes, up to the rooftops. Once he was up, he ran across the rooftops with ease. He might have looked like he had aged quite a lot, but his body carried him with ease, rolling upon landing and leaping across gaps.

He stopped, peering down at the quiet streets, lips pulled into a frown. He felt anxious. Something was off and everything in his mind was telling him to turn back, maybe this mission wasn’t worth the risk. His left hand pulled tighter around the sheathe of his katana, his body tense and expecting anything to come at him suddenly. Like a pulled back spring, ready to leap.

The city seemed just too quiet... 

[sharpedgedsakura-blog]

Italy was much warmer than Canada. Covering your eyes with your hand from the strong sunshine, you tinkered with your phone, your bag besides your leg along with a huge, but thin parcel, wrapped in brown paper. Getting the coordinates and entering them, you searched the nearby street and waved for one of the taxis, the driver helping you with your bags. Just like that you were on your way, hitting up a quick message to the girl from which you were renting a small apartment in the centre of the city, but first, you needed to give away the parcel and stop by for a drink.

Navigating successfully to a back alley bar, you opened the door, bag and gift in hand. “Miss Red ?” Here’s hoping this is the place.

[imadouchetrustme]

Continued from [x].

You thought you would take your time, collect your thoughts so you can present yourself in a much better light than you were in. Mentally you were fucked up to no end, the immense guilt and nightmares of your father, of your hands beating your own elder brother, it was consuming you to the point where you felt sick almost every time you woke up from the shuddering nightmares. Physically, you were also fucked up, fighting through the filth and dirt of the criminal world and getting more and more entangled in it, making a name for yourself, so soon enough the name Silence would be known to the biggest criminal lords and super-villains of her timeline. All this work so he could choke them all out of their positions from the inside.

To think that it would bring you to the point of a mental breakdown, not to mention your own body was giving in after the last fight. Not that you didn’t hand their ass yourself, but you had gotten a lot sloppier since the incident with your brother, your mind was just not in the right place. But it got to the point where you couldn’t deny you needed help, you just needed to see someone. You hadn’t even went and hung around her, missing from the cafe for quite some time now. No, you had completely isolated yourself from the people who cared about you, ran away from your brother, from your mentor. And you were supposed to be a superhero... So much for that.

So here you were, stumbling and holding your left side which, underneath all the fabric of your suit, was bruised black and hurt to no end. Your mask was missing, lip busted and cheek bruised, your shades also nowhere to be seen. You had definitely seen better days, but even after the worried gaze looking over you, you managed to pull the smallest of grins, signing with one hand slowly.

‘Didn’t think I was meeting Taylor Swift today. Big fan, would you mind giving me an autograph ?’ Guess joking while being under pain was your way of dealing with it, a coping mechanism if you will. Groaning quietly, your face scrunched up in slight pain, but you are quick to shake it off, eyes glancing over to his left arm, his easy grin quickly turning into a frown. ‘Are you hurt ?’