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Starter Prompts

there is no one like you. there has never been anyone like you. there will never be anyone like you. therefore, be yourself.

       DISAPPOINTMENT is evident with his current facial expression as he looks down upon the first ANDROID officially created. 

       “Sound advice. But being yourself is difficult in this day and age. Especially considering the various ANDROIDS in existence that look so alike. They may have different names and serial numbers so they all have a unique identification, but realistically, it’s easy to mistaken them for someone else therefor no ANDROID can truly be unique.” He responds without much thought. 

       “An ANDROID was initially never designed to be unique. It’s easy for one to take ones place if they know what they’re doing. ANDROIDS are EXPENDABLE still. The only difference now compared to when they first where created is the fact that it’s now considered illegal to simply off us.”

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Christmas Gifts | Closed

perfected-first said:

For Sixty she leaves a package wrapped in white with a dark blue ribbon. Inside is black wool coat in a style she thought would suit him, and a deep blue journal with a matching fountain pen. "You always seem to be in thought. So I hope this would help you record them all. Merry Christmas." is written on the note card, followed by love, Chloe.

Stepping out from his apartment this morn certainly was cause for curiosity. What is this?! Who left this obstacle at his feet? Nearly crushing it in firm stride, he freezes, stretched a hand down to pick up the package. Fingertips trace blue satin tied in an expressive intricate styling invoking holiday gift giving. Pah! No one would will gift him anything for this foolish holiday! 

Yet, his LED swirled in a curious amber, processing what it might be. Far too intrigued he was until removed the card attached and his system grew hot. “Chloe.” Murmuring her name softly, he immediately shut his door and opened the box. 

A very stylish article of clothing indeed. He must don this for a full aesthetic, put his brother Connor to shame. Yet the journal was rather - He glared a bit analyzing the meaning behind his processors lost in thought but despite the idea it could be a jab at his constant mode of speech, Sixty softened, rubbing fingers across the lovely blue. Chloe recalled his fondness with the  hue. She thought of him. How can one so pure have thoughts of one so vile? “Merry Christmas my dove...”

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“Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t shoot. The person you should be looking at is the person who handed me the gun.” He argued.

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Smash or Pass | Closed

@perfected-first​ said:

Smash or Pass Chloe~

60: My angel. I always have dreamed of this. Smash forever obviously.

DD60: She is too perfect for me....smash.

H!60/Caleb: Beautiful but too porcelain doll for my taste. Pass. 

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tfw tumblr won't upload your ask graphic

@perfected-first said:

She wasn't quite sure what he would like as a gift, but with some collaboration with Elijah, she presented him a deep blue scarf, in a nice silk material, wrapped up in a nice white box with a blue ribbon. She leaves it in his hands and gives him a quick hug, before smiling up at him. "I hope that your birthday is a pleasant one."

Speechless is never an adjective attached to his personage. All who cross his path know of his large ego, vicious temperament on occasions of violent need in his profession but quiet? He is one to speak his mind and lavish all who shall listen with words of vile retribution. At times he may even be pleasant.

She deserves nothing but pleasantries. From the moment he scanned her presence, watched her approach with a gift in hand, Sixty may have it in his grasp but it is impossible she offers a token to him.

His entire body stiffened at her contact. It was far too soft. As smooth as her synthetic skin must be. The RK800 found his fingers itching to lay a hand carefully, pressing a palm to her lower back to accept this brief embrace. He curled fingers away in a motion to open the box, eyes locked onto her as his lips twitched into a genuine smile. It takes plenty for him to reveal parts of sincerity.

"Chloe," he breathes softly, opening a gift he would shun otherwise. "You realize my preference for blues." Sixty removed the fine silk, rich sapphire lighting his dark eyes in honest appreciation. "Fancy," he teases, wrapping it around his throat in a swift twirl. "How do I present? I do hope it is suitable. Though I imagine anything you choose would be exquisite. I - am not one to partake in celebrations of this nature but you have made it pleasant indeed. My dove."

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Random Asks | Selective

@perfected-first​ said:

You remind me of coffee: tall, dark and strong.

Tall, dark and strong? Such words ever so softly spoken by an angel’s voice. Oh how lovely the rhyme and rhythm of vocabulary beseech’s the beast he harbors. Cold, stiff monochrome penetrates his synthetic heart despite his colorful layers of aesthetic and poetry’s breath on sharp tongue. Little does this one dove realize her comment stabs at thee with an abundance of hues, a palette’s dagger to his icy interior. 

She is an unknown color. Only seen by spectrum’s light and not to mortal eyes; Sixty breathes in the words as innocent as they may seem. 

Perhaps it is folly for him to believe she means them with a soft yearning. Alas he is the fool searching for gold but gazing at her, Sixty favors silver and sapphire. Oh how lovely she would be in silks so grand if he gifted them to her. Lo is the truth she shall not accept but he would still deliver them. Oh perhaps he will this evening. 

“My wondrous, Chloe. You jest with me,” he teases, husky breath on a wire of natural desire in hearing her praise. “I take such words as these referring to myself as dark quite well. It is true. My origins are a bit dangerous. Though I would not seek to harm one so kind as this. Nor would I allow any other to hurt you in turn. Or the creator for that matter.” As much as Sixty takes every opportunity to attempt gaining Elijah Kamski’s favor, he cannot think of anything but the inferior android before him. No, even if she is not as advanced as he she is superior to all in his eyes. “Yet you remind me of a liquid, crystalline drops falling in a tranquil stream against synthetic skin. A song ever so eloquent and melodious in the air.” 

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A living being or just a machine?

The question echoes profound back of mind but not of his experience. It is one thing to watch how graceful her movement aims to be. Manufactured beauty alive in eyes burning with bitter envy. His are a shade of burnt cocoa on a good day but at its worst an onyx pool of lava. Everything alternates in his subconscious programming peering into the soft doe eyes of this android. 

Girl. A soft lovely girl. 

No. A construct as any other! Yes, that is all she must be. Sixty retains his firm outlook. He must to obtain fact from fiction. The RK800 remains in a tall rigid stance as he folds hands to the small of his back. Shoulders back, head cocked slightly releases the unruly curls displaced to forehead. Aptly he chose a variant of style to differentiate from Connor in the long run. He despises the mistakes of others who believe them to be the same.  

“Chloe,” he says softer than accustomed. “You are an RT600. The first to past the Turing test, yes? I believe you met my predecessor. I must ask you several questions regarding this encounter. For - prosperity’s sake.” For his own gains! Let us be clear but Sixty speaks gently enough. He will gain what he wishes with a careful hand. “I am sure Mr. Kamski mentioned it being for a case. Well, in a way it is. You see,” he leans forward on his soles, head dipping down to cast his eternally dark hubris on a light diamond, “I am following up on deviant behavior. As much as I am one myself these days, I want to know. How did you feel? When a gun was pointed to your head?” 

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@perfected-first said:

✪

Send me ✪ and my muse will tell you what they’d like to do to/with yours.

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all. Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this! (Zero  ✦  = “Wat?!”)

My muse would like too… ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  dance with your muse. (60: Yes, yes. And?) ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  ask your muse out on a date. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  lean onto your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  kiss your muse. (60: .... it is a lie I assure you) ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep.  ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ cuddle your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧   go to a party with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  watch a movie with your muse ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  steal horses with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  cook together with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse. (human verse) ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.