#pacifistic-ai

[whethervane]

A quick icon commission for my friend Fuki, of her version of Commander Tartar - you can find him at @pacifistic-ai! He’s quite fun to draw <3

~commission info here!~

[commander--denwa]

"How unfortunate. I should not offer you my pity, but I do so anyways. After all, you're one of me. One of us."

“There is no us. There is only one me. And one you. We are separate entities altogether. Separated by our individual decisions and such. We may be the same person but we’ve made slightly different decisions probably.”

[askdjoctavio]

pacifistic-ai replied to your post: ( // ) DJ and Tartar

this is horribly cursed

How else are you gonna fuse a phone an octoling? X’D

[seav1p3r]

“Do you recognize me? Because sometimes I can’t even recognize myself, looking like this.”

“You do look familiar. But I don’t remember you looking like this...”“I’m sorry if my memory is failing me. It happens sometimes.”

[snobbishbookworm]

@pacifistic-ai

“Fancy a Puyo Battle? It is an honor to battle a genius like mine, even if the outcome isn’t in your favor.”

[the-splatoon]

@pacifistic-ai: (from this) 

Tartar was honestly quite amazed at how big Pearl’s place was, and he wondered for a moment why he didn’t have something just as grand with his own wealth. He cast these thoughts aside and headed for the shuttlebus to board it. He’d have no way of knowing where to go at first, but he’d figure it out.

He got onto the bus and got off at the place the other had told him of, and then took the stairs. Once to the door he gave a knock against it, stepping back to wait somewhat anxiously. He was obviously nervous about doing this, now after he’d previously tried to destroy their world as they knew it, and slaughtered millions in a meaningless effort to appease a dead creator. It all sounded absolutely crazy to him now, mad!

As soon as the door was even a slit wide open, a quite distinct voice would immediately echo in.

“Yo! Don’t be shy, just c’mon in, k? I don’t bite. Honest.”

When the unknown Octarian finally stepped into the lounge, Pearl was sitting there on a sofa, dressed quite unfitting for the overal baroque atmosphere of the place, in a hoodie and cargo pants. Her shoes were on the low glass table in front of her, crossed. She was clearly doing her damndest to maximize her own comfort.

“Sorry, it’s just me. Marina’s kinda sick right now. That’s cool, right?”

She leaned back a bit. 

“I mean, I could hook her up to a video chat on the monitor and all, but what’s the point in you comin’ here in person if we’re gonna do that, right? Besides...”

“...I’m not sure if the talk we’re ‘bout to have would be all that great for her right now.”

Pearl narrowed her eyes.

“...Y’know. When you rang the bell, first I thought it was just some douche trying to sell mom shit again. But then you opened your mouth...”

She paused. 

“...Pretty distinct voice ya got there, eh, Microbesoft Sammy?”

[octavioindahouse]

@pacifistic-ai

“…Well the truth is ugly, but I suppose you deserve to know.” Tartar hesitated, not necessarily wanting to tell the other of their… accomplishments. There was no sugarcoating it, it would come out just as appalling as it sounded.

“We captured them.” He started, void of any emotion. “We captured them and put them through a series of tests, and only the smartest ones were collected and blended into a superior sludge that we set out to make perfect beings from.” It sounded macabre, but it was true. “We had found so many of your soldiers looking for hope, looking for the Light. It made it very easy to trick them, and we did. We led them all straight to their deaths.”

“We have reasons for doing this and though our motives may vary, our directive is all the same. Create perfection, achieve utopia, bring honor to our creator’s name.”

It takes a moment for everything to process. But once it does, it’s as if someone flipped a switch.

This... had all been happening right under his proverbial nose.

To say Octavio is furious would be an understatement.

“What?!” His grip momentarily loosened around his wasabi plants, before tightening.

The snow globe shakes a bit from the impact, before stopping. From outside, little more than a thud was heard.

Octavio, on the other hand, is still shaking, both of his wasabi-holding tentacles pressed against the glass in a pseudo fist. 

“What right do you think you have, doing that to my people?!”

His eyes are wide open, staring daggers into Tartar.

[primordial-tartar]

Tartarus wasn't sure what he was looking at, but it was greatly unsettling, the sense of familiarity he got from the creature before him. He wanted to say it was a coincidence, but he knew it wasn't... There was a reason why he found this one so familiar, and why he got a nostalgic feeling looking at it. His face scrunched up in disgust, and he stepped away from it.

C-9 watched them closely, eyes unblinking as the sanitized observed Tartarus.

“What is your purpose for being in this location?”  he questioned, his voice sounding about as artificial as you can get. C-9 was currently following his directive as a security guard when the other approached.

“Must inform you that unauthorized and/or uninvited persons will be escorted off the premises. Force will be used if need be.” Honestly, it was more than just a little ironic that C-9′s guard station was in the now unused subway station in Primo’s facility.