#obsoleet

[kaufm0]

one liner for @obsoleet

🎈 " I know what you're doing. It ain't gonna work. "

[hymns-across-the-stars]

[ moved from here, @obsoleet ]

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A sister.

It's small, but Mirage starts with a jerk of her head upon hearing those words. She doesn't know what answer she was honestly expecting from him, but that just wasn't a possibility that ever crossed her mind. They weren't that close—or, at least, she hadn't thought they were. Maybe she just needs to work on her definitions.

But still... sister. Kinship, of a sorts. Belonging. The idea makes something ache deeply, but at the same time, she can't help but feel grateful, too. Not that Mirage lets that show much, opting instead to shake her head in mock disapproval and lightly scoff.

"I can't imagine taking her arm helps with how she feels about you. But... no, that's not really strange. And I guess I understand."

But there it is! He turned the damn question to her. Mirage sighs, rocking in place for a moment.

"...it does. It's more in the way of jealousy, though. I don't envy your position or what you do, nor do I really mind what I am. I can't even imagine myself fighting. And hell—if I knew your hobbies but less about you yourself, I'd probably be afraid of you. But imagine this... this constant feeling that you could have been so much more—directed, productive, interesting..."

Her gaze flits to V1's wings.

"...free."

She stares at him just a little longer before turning away and continuing.

"And the worst part of it is that I know it's pathetic. 'Boo-hoo, the schoolgirl's upset she has to go sit in a classroom instead of going out and killing things. Life must really have it out for her.' What kind of crap is that? Sure, there's the whole emotional versus logical thing. It won't always make sense. I know. I know! But that doesn't change the fact it's stupid as fuck."

[hymns-across-the-stars]

She can't say she's surprised or disappointed per se, but...

"You gave me grief over getting all yours correct, you asshole!"

Mock outrage fits, haha.

[wouldhope]

☆ @obsoleet / continued!

Being the strangest of their group is certainly an achievement, given how... eccentric each member of the Science Team is, but Benrey would certainly take home the prize. Even now, Gordon really doesn't understand what his deal is - and it certainly doesn't help that he can never tell when he's being serious or when he's just screwing with him. Such is the case now, feeling those odd, checkered eyes locked on him - he's not sure what to expect, honestly. An insult? A threat? Some off-kilter joke? Genuine concern? (That last one is the most far-fetched by a mile, but it's technically possible.)

Of course, the answer ends up being none of those things, causing the physicist to furrow his brows with a slight scoff. "You're just noticing that now?" He gives a short laugh, not taking it too seriously, raising his hand to try and wipe the blood off of his face, although he just ends up smudging it more than anything, already having dried enough to stain his skin. "The rest of us are all covered in blood, dude. Which... is pretty fucking gross, I'm not gonna lie, but we're just gonna have to deal with it until we get out of this place or find some hidden secret shower. Actually, I'm surprised that you aren't - hah, how did you manage that?"

[heaven-saidx]

🕯️+ v1, from @obsoleet! he isn't v active rn but. i gotta <3 asdfghjkl

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✞ " We are careening, rapidly, toward an inevitable, cold, unfeeling end, machine. Some part of you must know this. Do you... mourn it? I keep trying to find seams in your illusion of life, and yet-- have I just gone mad? Is this playfulness just a part of your design? I cannot understand why he laughs, why he calls me a 'friend' though he knows I am tasked to kill it, why he continues a pointless agenda for a master that is long dead-- ... ... It. It is an 'it'-- I keep calling it a-- why should I give a machine my title? I earned the right to call myself something more than an "it." And this machine...does he... understand what that's like?

Do you see me the same? Are you stone and light and blood? Do you savor the briefest moments to wander before you are compelled to the next objective? Are you the finest servant they ever crafted? Do you ever find yourself missing those creators, though they never showed you any warmth? Like... I do?

I don't know which is worse. That you have shown me the limits of my physical ability to destroy you... or... my will to.

But our end is fast approaching all the same, my foe. Yet for now you are picking me flowers. And today, I shall teach you how to make crowns of them. "

[moonsmultimusings]

@obsoleet liked for a starter! ☾

It was no surprise to members of the RFA that Zen was poor with technology. It was likely one of the things that Seven teased him for most, among other things. Really, though, Zen just didn't believe it was important. So long as he could take decent photographs on his phone, and had enough tech laying around to get him through the day -- which amounted to little -- he didn't particularly mind. And sure, he had needed Seven to teach him how to use his smartphone when he made the switch from a flip phone, but he felt like he was doing alright with it now! Aside from the fact that it would run slow sometimes. At the time, Seven had said it probably had something to do with a lack of memory and him having too many selfies. He'd argued back that he didn't see why a phone would have trouble remembering things, and they'd added it to the to-do list.

More important in prompting his visit this time was the promise of a new laptop. MC had said it wasn't as new as he'd thought it was, but Seven had introduced it as top of the line. Even if it was a bit older than the prankster had implied, he wouldn't necessarily need a supercomputer to do basic things with. This was what had brought him to the RFA's resident hacker today.

He knocked on the front gate, ignoring the prompts to answer whatever inane questions about Arabic or numbers. Saeyoung knew he was coming, so he shouldn't need to be quizzed like this. “Seven! Tell your gate to stop asking me all this stuff!” he called over it. There was probably a microphone or something near it, and he knew for a fact that there were cameras to keep an eye out here. If Seven was anywhere near his computer inside (and when wasn't he?), he'd hear him out here.