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Dolly @zweiherzen and @hcrzlos

❛ i mean it! ❜ She thrusts her chest forward. ❛ Vhance I experimented vis reanimating und splicing zhe organs of a corpse vis my own; she vas zhe same age as me, died of overdose. Anyvay, considering I'm still standing, it must be vorking vell! Or —— vell —— zhe best it can do. ❜

hcrzlos; x

#literal fredda is 10x better wtf #BUT YEA I'M........ a meme u don't have to respond jfslkjd #hcrzlos #╰ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ ᵃˢˢᶦˢᵗᵉᵈ ʰᵒᵐᶦᶜᶦᵈᵉ ⋅ ( VERSE 001. )

↪ @hcrzlos // continued from here;;

IT’S A VERY HAPPY ACCIDENT that Ludwig’s run into the bot that’s in charge of assisting Gray Mann. It caught his interest immediately when he spotted it beside his new employer; he suspected then that it must have some extraordinary, or at least some unique, features. ( Features that Ludwig would love to explore the benefits of. ) But with how closely the bot sticks to Mann’s side, the medic had long been forced to brush off the growing interest, turning his attention to more immediate matters: such as getting to know his new team.

Gray Mann meeting with Herr Heavy meant an opportunity for Ludwig to poke around their base and to collect information. He hadn’t been deliberately searching for the bot built in his image. But neither is he all that upset. A chance to have a good look at the very thing he’s been unable to get his hands on... of course he would welcome it!

He’s approached with the intention to lay a hand upon it. The words slip from his lips in a murmur before he can stop them. Though he doesn’t mind it; it’s not as if there’s anyone to overhear his quiet admiration.

He just doesn’t expect the bot to RESPOND.

❝ Why, thank you. ❞ A grin splits his lips at the response. It’s a smart little thing, or, at the least, it’s been programmed with a good sense of humour. ❝ You’re quite the flatterer yourself, aren’t you! Who taught you how to be this clever? ❞

He's not sure what level of conversation that the bot has been programmed with. The bots he’s encountered on the field have been fairly uninteresting, what with the speed at which he was able to saw through them. Seeing as this one attends to Mann personally, however, perhaps Ludwig can expect a little more conversational ability.

❝ And I am pleased to meet you, Dr Ludwig. ❞

#hcrzlos #( ᴏᴏᴘs! ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ! ✣ || threading. )#( canon );; ❝Man sieht das Hirn nicht an der Stirn.❞ 〖 comics verse. 〗#[ medibot is very allowed to be a little g a y it's only natural when he's meeting a being just as perf as himself okay ]#[ ur response doesn't have to be this long... i just wanted to establish some things jflka;s ]#[ also he doesnt know how intelligent medibot is yet pls blow his mind ]

‘ Anyone still alive has let me down! ‘

@hcrzlos (I can’t remember the meme but I don’t care I’m doing it anyway)

“Tough luck, tin can.” Teeth gritted together, as a cold spark of anger ignited in Sniper’s eyes. Exhausted and worn out as he was after his half-day of being dead and brought back to life, his spirit of competition had not faltered; and now facing the robot he very clearly remembered seeing on that submarine between being gratified with three bullets to the chest, he found himself still very capable of imagining half a dozen ways of making it pay for everything. Direct responsibility or not. Compassion had never been his forte, and he certainly wasn’t about to make an effort for a bloody piece of scraps and bolts sent out to murder him and the rest of his team.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice ‘fore siding with a bunch of decrepit wankers. Now sit still and stop talkin’ until Miss Pauling comes for you. And remember: one move, I’ll shoot.”

#hcrzlos #(thanks for standing still: ic)#(v: old wounds)#aka sniper is mean to medibots #in his defense the classics really were a bunch of wankers

✚▸ @hcrzlos liked for a starter.

To say the woman hadn’t been at least a touch suspicious of the robot would have been a blatant lie. One that shown like a beacon as she examined the machine. Looking at each plate that composed its shell. Watching parts move about in a synchronization that felt like a mockery of flesh and bone. Never touching. Never approaching closer than a few feet away. Just looking.

The robot had seemed friendly enough. Amicable though unsettling by its sheer existence to the woman who could still barely parse why some of the doctors the administration had hired were allowed around anyone at all. And those had been human. A robot couldn’t have been any better than them if perhaps worse: Could a hammer present a better bedside manner than a human? Would a rod of steel be able to be gentle enough to sew organs and vessels together again? It’s these differences that made machines used by those who were more capable of such things - those who had a better understanding of the human spectrum - but the argument could be made that it wasn’t like the robot wasn’t really doing any real work. Not if it relied on that pack on its back. Who in their right mind would let that thing touch them with metallic hands (no doubt touched in rusted patches).

These reasons being why she refused letting the thing into even her clinic. Least it make a mess of things with its clunky shell. Finally, a long (near exasperated) breath forced past her teeth as she stepped closer to the machine.

“So, tell me, exactly how did you wind up in Coldfront? What are you good for when I’m already here? Did Merricks collect you from somewhere?”

#interaction #hcrzlos #SO i wasnt 100% sure on what version of sieg to write about here and went with the one where he appears more robotic but lmk if you want me #to change anything or if youd want to go with the more human looking version bc her reactons would be hella different ngl

✂ @hcrzlos wanted a HAIKU;;