#ifprototype

[little-john-ask]

I drew me and wolfie! ^A^ Like mister Sam said~ Let's play fetch wolfie.

[sunny-ask]

Daddy said you can come Sunny! ^.^ but bladewolf can't.... :c is that ok?

Oh wonderful! It’ll give me a break. *giggles* I think wolfie will understand. It’s ok, John. *smiles*

[ladydesperado-blog]

[ooc: active threads list]

[just to keep things in order and as a reminder for myself that I’ve got a few active thread. The new trimester’s starting soon so I better keep track of things here just in case it gets hectic.

>projectdowner [mornings] >samueljrodrigues [vulnerable] >exdeadcell [bloodlust] >ifprototype [discipline]

If anyone wants to start a thread or throw ideas around for one with me don’t hesitate to ask, ok?]

[ladydesperado-blog]

[ooc: active threads]

[just to keep track of my current threads I’m going to occasionally list them down.

>Ex-Deadcell >Samueljrodrigues >Utopiaofdeath >Ifprototype

If anyone else wants to start a thread don’t hesitate to message me/ask here or on my main:amadeobeloved]

[ladydesperado-blog]

Discipline [ifprototype]

They say every cyborg deserves a canine partner. She had expected real flesh-and-blood dogs to play with when Sundowner complained of a hard-headed mutt one afternoon. She had a soft spot for the animals, a fondness for the way you can manipulate and bend them to your will. A dog that had been properly trained from puppyhood to adulthood would follow any order and question nothing, lest it wishes to be punished by its master.

The IF prototype was... odd to say the least. She had not expected it to talk, nor did she anticipate its questions or its constant desire for motivations or reasons for each task it has been set out to do. She would usually put it through its paces but today is different, it was one of her off days.

She tapped in his start up code onto the console with her artificial skin covered hands, watching the mechanical beast wake from its digital slumber.

"good morning mon petite puppy, did you have a good rest?" she rests her hands on her hips, watching for a reaction. This would be the first time she would take him out in her civilian body but like always she was prepared. Obedience is expected of all her pets, lest they want to feel her wrath.

[minuano--samuel]

Slumdogs [IFPROTOTYPE]

He had to get out.

Sam had been staring at the same white wall for days. He couldn't tell how many had passed now. The room was without a window and only one, mocking clock nearby. It told the time, but neither day or night, and it held no calendar.

Armstrong's victory over him had come at quite the cost. Sam had passed out from blood loss quickly as his mangled arm wept and wept. He'd woken up once, possibly before the surgery. Bright lights and pain were all he could remember. After that, it had been a drowsy awakening, responding to a doctors inquiries, and noticing the sad stump on his right side.

We'll remove the rest of it after we're sure what type of implant you'll be receiving. That's what they told him.

Samuel groaned, his heavy limbs finding their way to the floor. They had requested he stay put, but he couldn't take it any longer. The digital clock read two o'clock, but his own internal model couldn't predict what time of day it was. The man sighed and lifted himself up to his feet, pulling the IV from crook of his only elbow with his teeth.

He had to get away ... if only for a couple of hours.

The once-samurai roamed the halls of World Marshal. After fleeing the hospital area, he happened on a dimly lit hallway. It had to be 2am. Everything was eerily quiet, and he was unlikely to run into anyone along the way. In his left hand was Murasama, encased in it's sheath. He couldn't leave it behind; it was his only security.

Sam padded his way down halls, down elevators and stairs. He was wearing a simple white under shirt, some loose sweatpants they'd found and a pair of socks. It was, apparently, all the corporation had to offer him. Logo included. That and copious amounts of pain killers .. he wasn't sure when they administered the last dose, but his body felt heavy and his mind somewhat numb.

The building hadn't had much to offer him so far. A view of a polluted nighttime sky, a couple of interesting soda machines, some pamphlets and a comfy chair. There was no one around, though. They know they've declawed me for now. Why worry about a swordsman who can't even hold his sword.

Sam suddenly felt bitter.

Absent mindedly wandering now, the samurai punched in a familiar code on a door and walked in without another thought. It wasn't until he noticed the much darker room and glowing lights that he realized he may have happened onto something interesting. He stepped into the room, listening to the quiet whistle of electronics, glancing around to see what it contained.

That's when he spotted it. A familiar figure. Sam approached the back wall of the room, which contained a dog-like machine, strapped and hooked up to various equipment. The screen nearby explained everything without Sam even having to snoop; VR Training In-Progress. But, within moments of him standing there, the VR Training was disengaged.

Curious, more than he should have been, Sam pressed the release button just under the status screen. He waited a moment, a tired, amused smirk spreading across his face.

"Mr. Robot-talking-dog, yeah?" He addressed the AI from a short distance, having left Murasama by the door. The AI seemed to be in much better shape than he himself was. Desperados were clearly fond of having the UG in working order.

[sunnysideupemmerich]

...im just gonna like all of your asks.

[laur-rants]

Bored

If you'd like, you all can now ask the Robotic Puppy questions any time you want.

So, what are you waiting for? Get to it!