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“ YOU ARE CORRECT . i require . . . information . ” she paused , unsure if the human before her could be trusted . but truly she had no choice - lucia was in danger &. rosalind needed to find her . “ my wife . she ‘ s been kidnapped . she ‘ s alive - i can feel it - but i can ‘ t feel where she is . ”
@theyresist // cont’d
@theyresist // cont from here
Markus makes it his mission to see how the people of Jericho are doing every now and then, to step down from his leader position and make sure the inhabitants were doing alright, knowing all too well the toils their constant protest could take on everyone. It’s a difficult task at times, when everything looks up to him as a strong leader, and by extension for some a divine figure, even having heard whispers of Ra9. He doesn’t want to brand himself as such, not completely.
Instead, he sets out to speak to a few inhabitants of Jericho, and ends up speaking with Daniel, another PL600 model. He doesn’t have the full story of the android’s deviation, but as the situation escalates, he wants nothing more than to help the other feel secure in himself.
Markus is going to do it.
He stops as he walks, waiting as Daniel speaks, lets everything he needs to out. He notices the meticulous cleaning of the room, the way Daniel’s LED flickers back and forth, calculating an initial response in his mind. Markus knows he’s going to help Daniel, do whatever he can to reassure the other deviant.
“You’re here for the same reason everybody else is,” Markus begins, cautious with his words. He doesn’t want to push Daniel over the edge or increase his stress levels even further. “We’re all seeking freedom. We all want the rights we deserve. Here, we provide shelter for everybody, this is a place you can come to feel safe. It doesn’t matter whether or not you directly do anything for the cause, you stay because no android is getting left behind. You deserve to be here just as much as everyone else.”
ITS OFFICIAL: HANK AND DANIEL ( @theyresist ) HAVE ADOPTED EACH OTHER
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daniel vc: the rk’s are dangerous. please be careful. but if you see an rk800 please punch it in the face for me
hank vc: how about i just pretend i don’t see while you punch him?
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daniel vc: i’m scared to get in the get along shirt with them
hank vc: don’t worry, this is an ‘rk only’ get along shirt. you’re fine.
“do you expect me to believe you?”
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From head to toe, he was drenched. Today had been a solo daycare day, having left Daniel as per usual as the other needed more days to himself than Simon. It was understandable, too, never once did Simon resent it, even if the help would be -- well, helpful. Daniel was damaged in so many ways, inside and out, in ways that could only be understood by one another at times. There were many nights where he would interface with a Daniel lost in traumatic memory, forcing his own calm into him to bring him back. This time, however -- Simon wasn’t very prepared to be that person. One arm cradled crafts covered in a trash bag to keep them dry, and that was perhaps the only thing that wasn’t soaked to the bone. Slick jacket removed and dropped to the floor, bag brought to the kitchen, Simon’s hands found the counter top for purchase. It had been so loud out there, the storm that had rolled in on his walk home, and all of his strength had been used to bring him to this point. Had brought him home. But now he was losing it, as he slumped to the floor, backed into the corner of the kitchen cabinets before he’d call out, plucking anxiously at the clothes that stuck to him with a soaked persistence. “Daniel...?” He called out at first, breath short, voice shaken as his vision tremored, stress levels elevating. “D-Daniel??” He tried again with more insistence. Daniel, I need you.
//@theyresist
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I’m 100% accepting this as canon. Everyone gets clean homes and good food
i love these boys and their semi-healthy coping mechanisms.
