#proxy | responses

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@lifeinblack: 

Both palms cover the Sky Lord’s face as he sits in front of his laptop, headpiece on with Proxy at the other side of the line.

“I’m not making a Sims version of myself and my boyfriend just to force them to have sex all the time.”

The exasperated tone is not lost to Proxy while he prepared vegetables for dinner that night (salads, with some pulled pork on the side), and he chuckled, sticking out his tongue cheekily. 

“It’s too low for your standards anyway. You already get the real deal.” 

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@lifeinblack:

“Limbs loss is a highly disabling event that markedly affects the quality of life. To achieve a close to natural replacement for the lost limb, the user should be provided with the rich sensations that we naturally perceive, for example, when grasping or manipulating an object. Ideal bidirectional prostheses should involve both a reliable decoding of the user’s intentions and the delivery of nearly ‘natural’ sensory feedback through remnant afferent pathways, simultaneously and in real time.” The CEO pauses to sip on his mineral water before continuing with his phone call with his Genius In Charge, as he generally calls Proxy. “Using a combination of surgically implanted electrodes (connected at one end to the nervous system, and at the other end to sensors) and an algorithm to convert signals, the team has produced a foot that sends information back to the brain that is so detailed that the wearer could even tell the hardness of objects he’s stepping on and allows a lighter movement instead of the stiffness of a regular prophetic artifact.”

Woon puts down the briefing on the desk and smiles, closing his eyes as he keeps his Bluetooth earpiece on his ear.

“So, that’s my surprise for your brother-in-law. I plan on telling him the news tonight while we have dinner with you guys. Now, the question is…” he pauses, because he can’t stop feeling the warmth invading his chest. “How about you make an input to the research team to go further? I want Daeyoung to play and run on the beach with his sister when we go out on family holidays.” Only his friend knows how much he adores those kids.  

“I think his current prosthetic is same-same but different. Once you give him yours you can prevent him from running away from you by disabling the foot- I think that’s pretty smart actually,” Proxy added jokingly, unable to resist getting a quip in before anything else, “Though, the whole sensation thing is gonna be a whole new ballpark for that guy. He’s gonna have a blast.” He rocked from side to side in his office chair, a smug grin apparent on his face, before giving a shrug at the suggestion offered to him. 

“Have you even asked the kid what he wants?” he added to the younger over the phone, barely skipping a beat when it came to affairs about his children, “Sure, he’d love running and jumping with his sister and all, but I think he’s way more bothered about his lungs than anything else- as he’s always been. Any breakthrough on that front? Maybe we could get something to strengthen them without the need of a huge clunky machine, and then we talk about the whole running-and-jumping thing. Plus, you still owe me medication for my seizures that actually work.” 

With that light jab though, he once again sank into his chair, contemplative. “Though...wow. My bro-in-law really went hard and fast, huh? He and my boyfriend are the really the same when it comes to love,” he ended, though his voice barely hid the fondness for his own boyfriend. 

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@thosewhowearmasks:

He remained thoughtful for a time, turning over his boyfriend’s words in his mind. It was reasonable, but there was something more, something which seemed strangely obvious when he looked back on his own experiences. “Perhaps,” he mused quietly. “Or perhaps to be understood, to be truly understood, is the same as being loved.”

“Well, yeah,” Proxy scoffed, taking his glasses off and immediately sliding back to his usual boorish demeanour, “If they wanted to know you, they would strive to understand. That’s love for you.” He grinned smugly, giving the other man a thumbs up before closing his book and putting it away. “Love is unconditionally forgiving and understanding another, putting yourself in the other’s shoes and learning to make concessions to each other based on their boundaries. I think that’s beautiful,” he added as an afterthought, smiling at the other with his usual goading expression but a hint of tenderness on his features. 

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The duo woke up early on this day to get ready for the party, Daeyoung rolling easily out of bed to start helping out. They put up streamers and party banners with little hand-drawn Growlithes on them- the nicer ones were obviously Seonhwa’s work, and there were some that was obvious an effort was made to try and replicate/trace Seonhwa’s efforts. 

After setting things up, the doorbell rang, and their first guests came- Jaeho and Ra-il, their uncle and cousin, who had driven down for the occasion. “Well, breakfast isn’t served yet, but I can make something,” both Ra-il and Daeyoung piped up, and it didn’t take long for the three children to huddle around the kitchen, making a lavish breakfast spread for everyone (including Proxy, who was going to be served the tallest egg and cheese sandwich the children could make, with some help from a highly amused Jaeho). 

“I hope puppydad likes cake,” commented Daeyoung, allowing Seonhwa to gently place a neatly sliced egg and cheese sandwich, waffles and a cup of orange juice on a tray lying upon his lap before he made his way to the room where both Proxy and Doyoung were sleeping. It was obvious Proxy was not about to yield soon, having both an arm and a leg possessively laying over the other man, and as Daeyoung rolled inside, followed by Seonhwa and then Ra-il as they crept along in a line to Doyoung’s side of the bed. The man blinked slowly when he saw the trio, before they burst out shouting birthday wishes to Doyoung. Proxy rolled over with a groan, complaining that it was just too early, and Daeyoung offered Doyoung the tray by sliding it over to the other’s lap. 

“We made this for breakfast for you,” he began before turning solemnly to Proxy, “Don’t worry flowerdad, we saved some for you too!” Proxy wiggled into something unseen from under the bed, mumbling that it better be good, before Jaeho peered in himself, keeping his distance but remaining curious on the children’s progress. 

@thosewhowearmasks

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@unicercile:

  he wakes   &   the room is unfamiliar.  brown eyes flicker around from the ceiling to the wall & down towards the floor   ;   inhaling steady through his nose  ,  his torso feeling as if it were on fire.  where was this?   static for a moment   ,   then a loud slash noise  ,  like a microphone attempting to connect properly    ;     a hand going up to cup his implant with a furrow of his brow.

    world connects.  he slowly sits up  &  levels proxy with a steady gaze.  god  ,   not him again.  his irritating co-worker.   blooded hand signs  :  ‘    don’t ask stupid questions.   ’ he should leave as soon as possible.

“Stay down,” Proxy warned, gently easing the other’s hands down as he retrieved a cup of water at the base of the bed, “You were knocked the fuck out when I came to your house and blood was everywhere. What the fuck happened? I think I have a right to know.” He looked around for a bowl, offering Kyu a small leaf from it and giving a nod. “Chew on this- it’ll help ease the headache, I promised. I also stopped the bleeding as much as possible, which bad system did you hack into this time?” he continued, his words teasing but his tone remaining serious and even a little worried. 

He looked around once again, feeling the slight tingle of the machinery reacting to him before leveling his gaze once more at Kyu. “You’re at my house. Specifically, my guest room. Either way, you’re safe,” he signed at last, now keeping as quiet as he can incase there were spies abound. 

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@trojkyu:

        ‘    you have the ability to hear without this don’t you?     ’     his free hand moves to point up toward the implant wrapped around his right ear  ,   before he continues to sign   ,   ‘  so you might as well listen to me  ,   alright?  you have the ability to sit   &   listen.     ’

Proxy stared at it for a few moments, before easing the other’s hand away. “I choose to listen only to what I want,” he returned to the other firmly, “Also, I hope you have something good to talk about~” With that, he leant forward in his wheelchair across the other, resting his hand on his chin. 

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@trojkyu: 

       a huff ,  his hands clenching tight around the controller in his hands.  no  ,  of course kimoon wasn’t scared.  he’s faced spies before  ,  faced down guns & jumped off buildings& bridges & explosions.  no ,  he wasn’t going to let some stupid monsters in a stupid video game get on his nerves. eyebrows furrow  , his jaw locking sharply.  

    so ,  he swiftly shakes his head & carries forward.

“Okay,” scoffed Proxy, his hands firmly on the controller as he explored yet another dark room. The sound was on, but only minimally- the screams of the monsters hurt his ears, and it wasn’t like Kimoon really needed the sound either, considering how tense he already was. The split screen showed different levels of progression between the two, being that the boy next to him was already halfway through clearing the map while Proxy continued to poke around, looking for clues- 

And then from above his character, a scream rippled through the screen before a deformed, spider-like zombie jumped down at him. Proxy watched this, almost unfazed, before switching weapons to stab at it, barely even noticing the reactions of the other next to him. 

So much for a co-op zombie fighting game. 

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@deathendure:

    ❝  That sounds like a personal problem ━   let’s refer back to rule number one on this: I’m never wrong.   It just sounds like you don’t have a very sound argument, hm ?  ❞

“What rules? I don’t play by rules,” scoffed Proxy, shaking his head, “Sounds like someone needs their little arbitrary boundaries to make themselves feel good, huh. Poor thing...” He gave Markus a condescending pat on the head as he stated this, his reach relatively long for someone sitting down.