#negotiiator

[ghoostiing]

“ break free from the cage that holds you ”   ( @negotiiator​ )     prompt.

grit  teeth  and  staggering  breath come  sharp,  a  voice  clear  as  day  --  a  mantra  :  you  weren’t built  for  this.  [...]  frantic  in  the  search to  shy  away  from  the  borders  that  stopped  them  before.  if  only  breaking  them  to  protect him.  protect  the  unit.  but  then,  in  the  end  it  was  always  their  mission.  their  purpose.

[  inquiry  :  how  far  did  you  really  leap  from  that  red  wall?  ]

perhaps  they  were  programmed  too  well.  something they  wonder  about  often,  were  they  ever  really  deviant? broken  free  from  one  cage  just  to  be  thrown unto  another.  [  you  weren’t built  for  this.  you  weren’t built  to  want.  you  weren’t built  to  care  for  anyone else  ]  but  they  did  care  for  him  &  was  that  so  wrong?  to  want  something to  call  their  own,  an  act,  a  feeling?  how  much  was  real  &  how  much  was  counterfeit?

❛    I  [...]  I  don’t  know  how.    ❜

their voice  breaks,  breath wavers.  they  could  not  tell,  they  promised to  hold  their  tongue  on  it  no  matter  how  much  it  wounded  them.  coiled  them  up  inside. a  lie,  it  was  a  lie  every  time  they  saw  him  and  acted  as  if  they  did  not  know.  [  was  a  lie  still  abhorrent when  you  wish  to  protect someone?  was  it  selfish?  ]  they  didn’t know,  and  far  too  frightened to  find  out.

[erregent]

                  “so, is it like, real?” gavin motions to his own hair with a vague hand gesture. they’re talking, which is a lot better than a month ago when all gavin would do was grunt. the month before that, it was complete cold shoulder. connor doesn’t put salt in his coffee anymore. he likes to think they’ve come a long way, “or is it just some fancy illusion?” // @negotiiator​ liked!

[soulstied-a]

↳  NATHAN @negotiiator​

   ❝ Hello, Connor. ❞

[toooldforgermany]

YOU HAVE TWO TYPES OF PEOPLE PLAYING WE HAPPY FEW.

THE ONES WHO PLAY IT FOR THE STORY

AND ANDREW. ( @negotiiator / @factsfaced )

[soulstied]

@negotiiator​

   ❝ I thought you loved me? ❞   Traitor. 

[blueroseneedlxs]

@negotiiator​

“I’m sorry I keep disappearing on you belov- Connor.” Last time he had an excuse, this time he didn’t have one. Just dropping off the map yet again without warning. This was unfair to Connor, he deserved someone better than Declan who kept running off.

“How have you’ve been?”

[plasticdetective]

There was another one. No doubt about it, there was another one, another RK800 unit another threat to the safety of everyone around him. And... himself, of course, though the android had the tendency not to consider it a major concern when it came to the way he acted. Hank hated it, of course, constantly nagging Connor about how he should be more careful, how one day he’d get himself damaged so badly, they would not be able to put him back together again.

He heeded the warnings, of course. And it wasn’t like he did not fear the possibility of shutting down as a result of one of his reckless stunts - however, once he jumped into action, once tunnel vision set in and once his personal well-being ceased to matter for the android in these short little moments, it was like someone else controlled him - someone, or something, a primal instinct, the humans would say.

Connor was convinced it was something in his code that drove him to abandon any thought of his own safety, in these moments, forcing him to focus on his mission exclusively.

There was another one.

He had spotted the RK800 unit in a rather crowded area of Detroit, wondering if the other had noticed the older model’s presence himself, question coursing through his head as he began sneaking up on him, with the sole intent of taking him out.

What was he doing here? Was he deviant? How did he escape from the Cyberlife facility? Had he been released? Had there been more RK800 units stored inside? How in the world had he missed that? And how many... how many more were there?

He was aware the numbers went up to 60, at the very least, but was that... all there was? Was that all of them?

He hoped, oh, and how he hoped that would be the case.

Before the imposter was able to react, Connor had already gotten close enough to get a hold of him, pulling the android aside and into a narrow alley. All he wished to do was to... to talk. That was it. No bad intentions whatsoever...

Oh, come on. Who was he kidding?

“RK800.“ he began, tension trembling in his voice. “Identify yourself. What is your purpose?“ He did not really expect an answer to that question, but... what else was he supposed to say?

@negotiiator​ // starter call;;

[maccaillte]

@negotiiator​

Comes up behind Connor who is sitting at his desk, throws arms around his shoulders and kisses his neck.