#idviant

[soulstied-a]

@idviant

❝Hey Connor, I need you to fill out some paperwork for me.❞

[maccaillte]

@idviant

“Is he mean?” Wraps arms around Connor’s waist and hides under his jacket when the large St. Bernard comes up to them. The RK700′s stress going up seeing the huge dog, thinking he will rip them limb from limb.

[serviant]

Waking up to blinding lights and hurried silhouettes was something rather unusual one might think, yet something an android should be expecting. He was an android, that much he knew, designed to care for one’s home. At least that was what had remained ever so faintly in his coding. He was free -- a revolution had freed all androids he’s been told. He was able to do anything he liked. Well, all within legal limitations which everyone had to bend to. His name was Daniel. He was hurt quite badly yet repaired as he was told. And someone named Connor had requested his repair. He wasn’t sure who that was. Certainly someone who had cared quite a lot about him to be asking and paying for him to be repaired.

         [ YDU JIEĐ TØ M3, CONNOR ]          [ CONNOR... ]

Something inside him resonated at that name, enough of a clue to follow it towards New Jericho. It had taken him quite some time asking around at the place to make his way closer to Connor. Connor apparently used to be a hero. There were a lot of stories going around about him. He was one of the androids that helped end the revolution in favour of the androids.

        [ I was close to a hero? ]

“Um... Hello.” Finally after searching for half an hour, Daniel found the other. He tapped him on the shoulder. “You must be Connor. I’m Daniel. I was told to look for you.”

@idviant | plotted starter.

[soulstied-a]

Elijah: invents a puppy Android

@idviant: THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING YOU'VE EVER MADE. IT'S SO ADORABLE.

Elijah: I invented YOU.

@idviant: whose the best boy! Whose a good amazing glitchy pupper!

[soulstied-a]

@idviant HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

❝Don't laugh, we're going out to a restaurant. I know you don't eat but humor me.❞ Hank pulled the keys to his car and unlocked it, opening the back door for Sumo who eagerly hopped inside. ❝And yes, Sumo is allowed in this restaurant, they make breakfast sandwiches for dogs and he loves them.❞

[maccaillte]

@idviant

“Hello RK800, have you’ve come back to complete your mission?” The RK700 questioned the taller android that had it’s identical face. The RK700 had remained at the Cyberlife Tower after the revolution, awaiting for the return of it’s upgrade.

“Have you’ve finally come to destroy me.”

[soulstied-a]

@idviant bitched Connor can’t work a stove . THIS ISN’T FAIR.

❝Petitioning for a new son.❞

[antidroidsa]

idviant     said:

shove push them.

the    fucking    creep    of    the    suspect    put    his    hands    all    over    connor    while    he    was    interrogating    him.        started    to    say    shit    like    feeling    inside    of    his    body    and    -    shit,    it    was    making    him    sick    thinking    about    it.        he    was    so    fucking    angry    that    hank,    who    was    in    the    room    with    him    had    to    physically    get    up    to    put    his    hand    on    his    shoulder    to    stop    him    from    storming    in    the    room    and    beating    the    shit    out    of    him.        he    wasn’t    taking    any    chances.        but    he    takes    a    deep    inhale,    the    fingers    once    digging    onto    the    palms    of    his    hand    loosen    and    fall    to    his    sides.        collapsing    back    onto    the    chair,    he    maintains    a    stony    expression    as    he    continues    watching    through    the    two    sided    glass.      

several    agonizing    minutes    pass    by    as    the    insults    begin    to    worsen    -    connor    wasn’t    getting   a    fucking    testimony    at    this    rate.        gavin    could    see    the    android    getting    impatient,   his    led    betraying    his    reaction    to    some    of    the    words.        suddenly    he    sees    the    suspect    lurch    forward,    as    if    to    grab    him    -    and    that    springs    gavin    into    action.        he    immediately    pushes    himself    up    from    his    seat    and    slams    open    the    door,    marching    over    to    grab    the    suspect    by    the    collar    and    quickly    decapitating    him    of    any    movement.        ‘    don’t    fucking    m    -    ‘        he’s    suddenly    pushed    back    by    connor,        causing    him    to    stumble    and    fall    backwards.        ‘    what    the    fuck    are    you    doing    ?    ‘        he    snarled,        scrambling    to    get    up.        ‘    he’s    -    ‘        connor    shuts    the    man    up    with    a    look,    his    eyes    hardening    before    they    soften    slightly.        ‘    i’m    glad    you    worry    about    me    gavin,        but    i’m    alright.        i’m    more    than    capable    to    handle    whether    he    throws    at    me.    ‘        the    man    is    silent    for    a    moment    before    he    nods,        agreeing    with    him.        of    course    he    was.        he    kicked    his    ass    easily    for    fucks    sake.        ‘    though    detective    -    ‘        connor    starts,    causing    him    to    raise    his    hand.        ‘    .    .    .        thank    you    for    standing    up    to    me.    ‘        a    silver    of    a    smile    appears    on    his    smile    as    he    grabs    ahold    of    the    suspect.        ‘    it    does    mean    alot.    ‘