#magozine

[systemstarter]

@magozine​

Nights were long for the AI. Ever since the bombs fell Morgan’s sleep mode had been unused. It still existed, but the machines she needed to be plugged into were far away and the passwords needed to execute a safe function lost to time. There was, simply, too many things that might happen for her scans to cease.

Morgan’s nights were mostly spent going over stored files to pass the time or constructing maps of new areas. The time went quicker when Mags was awake. “This one does not know if pigeons have feelings, Papa. This one’s database does not have enough information on the brainwaves of birds to have such information.”

[moonlitemissary]

@magonumberfive​ // @magozine​

「Garbage stink man.」

[hcavensarrow]

    Miss Ayane was away, off meeting with some high-profile client about a comission or such. With the shop and home to herself (and Ryouta), though, she could finally chat freely with Mago without having to worry about looking like an absolute lunatic. The shop had closed up for the night and Hiroko was putting together dinner for herself and her brother; the teapot whistles and she takes it off the fire, glancing over her shoulder at Mago as she does.

    “It’s not alcohol, but do you want a cup?” She asks, pouring herself one. “Thanks for keeping Ryouta entertained while I’m busy. He seems like he’s been having fun.” // @magozine​

[fusionbolts-a]

    No one else can see this man.

    Ever since command of this revolution fell to him he’s kept careful watch of his men, his brothers and sisters standing together in the name of Iurium for a greater good. Their numbers are still small--small enough that they should notice another presence beside them when they fight back, and yet not a word. 

    They joke--hell, even he jokes--about how he has no sense, but he’s kept his mouth shut and watched. Their battles, if you can call them that, have been small--not battles so much as acts of rebellion, of antagonizing their enemies and making their cause known--and Adair has now seen him at every last one since his ‘arrival’. 

    And now Adair was struggling to stand back up, beaten to a fresh pulp but at least successful in what he’d set out to do. It was safe here now, it was quiet; and those people had been more frightened of the consequences than grateful for his help. He’d gotten used to it. But while he was hoisting himself back to his feet and spitting the fresh blood from his mouth he knew he wasn’t alone.

    “Who they hell are you? And why have you been helping us?” | @magozine

[hcavensarrow]

@magozine

    “Hey, where have you been?” Ever since the night of the fire she hadn’t seen Mago around much at all--he only showed up when she summoned him and never really hung around the way he usually did. It’s not like most people could see him, so he couldn’t exactly have been out on the town. “Have you been avoiding us?”

[hcavensarrow]

@magozine / from that ask im too lazy to link

    “Oh.” Maybe she shouldn’t have brought it up. The more she learned of Mago’s existence, the more she began to understand just why he acted the way he did. He was practically a tool; no longer a person or a even a god, but an object.

    “...Sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much, but I think they should at least owe you that respect. Um... I think there’s still a bit of that sake left, if you want it.”

[hcavensarrow]

    “DID YOU HONESTLY CONVINCE MY TEN YEAR OLD BROTHER TO MAKE BOMBS?” | @magozine there must be Consequences for his Actions

[hcavensarrow]

magozine replied to your post: ‘ healthy relationships with fathers? sounds...

“i cant help it if everything that makes you happy lines up with the ‘things that are bullshit’ list.”

    “But you can help opening your big mouth! It’s not like you’re any better--you’re the one encouraging me to swear my loyalty to someone I barely know just because you want to sleep with her!”