#war-machine

[sxpxrmxrgxr]

[xbox-robotics]

i did ten designs for this blog for mermay! sorry they aren’t digital! 

[a-daisy-petal]

Guys

Where

The

Fuck

Is

Loki

[xboxthedrawkill]

he needed a ref, and i couldn’t sleep

[xboxthedrawkill]

[speak-n-spell]

The sky is permanently stuck in a never-ending sunset. Even in its perpetuity, there is a beauty to it that two robots get the chance to bask in together.

Messenger rests in V1's lap idly, having flopped onto it a moment ago after returning from the Fraud layer. It kicks its legs idly, its head turned towards the ocean lapping at the shore a few feet away.

V1, meanwhile, has set their fishing pole to the side in favor of poking at the Messenger. Four hands poke and prod at the bot in their lap, flicking it with one hand and poking it with another. All for the sake of some form of reaction. Though they don't get one, as the Messenger is used to their ministrations by now. They should have expected that. A garbled noise meant to be a sigh leaves their body. Even if the noise is typically indiscernible from any other noise they'd make to the average creature, Messenger has been with them long enough to tell the difference in what noises they manage to wretch out their mechanical throat. It turns to face them.

HOW WAS IT DOWN THERE?

"Fraud...." "Still-" "CLOSED!"

Another garbled noise meant to be a sigh. V1 falls onto the soft ground below in defeat.

...

...

DO YOU THINK WE'LL GET ANY ASKS.

Messenger shrugs. "Worth a shot."

V1's upper eyelid lowers as she gazes down at Messenger. Guess it is. Better than having to idle by for months until Hell decides to let V1 into the next layer. Should be the last one too, she thinks. Hopefully it keeps them both occupied for a while. Need something to do before the end.

ASKBOX OPEN!!!

[speak-n-spell]

I DO NOT KNOW WHY WE'RE DOING THIS.

B-O-R-E-D-O-M.

. . .

FAIR POINT.

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Welcome to V1 and THE MESSENGER's blog! These two bots will be sharing this blog in an attempt to stave off boredom. They are post-Fraud layer, currently taking residence in 5-S and fishing until they find something better to do.

V1 TALKS LIKE THIS.

The Messenger will "TALK" "LIKE THIS" when using sound bites and will TALK LIKE THIS when using pure text.

They connected their interfaces to the blog, so ask them a question and they'll respond as soon as they can!

Now some info on V1 and The Messenger under the cut

This is a Canon x OC ship for one. V1 and The Messenger are, for lack of a better term, dating. It's.... *complicated.* You're free to ask about their relationship and how they met if you wish.

The Messenger is one of the few bots left of the MESSENGER BOT series, a specific kind of robot built to be speedy for the sole purpose of going out into the field during the 100 Year War and delivering messages when comms were unreliable. After the War, they were used to deliver packages between the remaining human civilizations. They can record messages, play them back, and even remix them to create new messages. No MESSENGER bot has a voice of their own; they must use the words or sounds they have already recorded to speak.

This specific Messenger has a bookshelf speaker for a head, a cannon for a right forearm with a retractable hand, and running blades for legs. It is on the fatter side in terms of body proportions, and its body is colored in a dull teal with black highlights. It has a small compartment above the center of its chest that when opened has a long tube with a needle at the end that it can use to suck up blood. Think like a vampire. It uses it/they and doesn't give a shit about gender or specific terms.

V1 looks about the same as his in-game model does, but this specific one chose to augment all three of the arms she has collected into one arm module socket, giving them four arms. Its visor doesn't have eyelids, but there are shutters underneath the glass that give him the ability to emote with her eye. Think how Mirage does expressions. They use any pronouns and it also doesn't give a shit about gender. It robot.

Now for some facts:

* V1 has a particular fondness for cleaning. It considers it a relaxing activity

* Messenger has recorded many a Hell noise for the purpose of speech. Originally it played the Terminal's theme to lure bots to it to kill

* V1 prefers his original name, but you can call it Vi or for differentiation's sake.

* Messenger has a fondness for music, especially the Shopping Terminal's music.

* It is rare to find V1 and Messenger separate. V1 likes to drag Messenger everywhere she goes, and Messenger just goes along with it. Though the two like their individual alone time too.

* V1 has a few clothes in the cabin. One of them is a maid dress they stole from one of the closet's in 7-S' mansion.

* Nowadays Messenger likes using the random soundbits they have recorded to fuck with people

Now some general stuff

* NSFW/Suggestive stuff is ok so long as both mods and characters are adults. They're down for anybody, but V1 is a bit harder to please

* Shipping is ok so long as both mods are 18+ and characters are 18+

* Don't vent to me or my characters please.

* @ Mod if it has been 2 weeks without a reply

* Reminder than Mod is Fully Capable of ignoring asks/rps that make them uncomfortable

V1 Posts will be tagged with: #WAR-MACHINE

Messenger Posts will be tagged with: #SOUND-BITES

Original Posts will be tagged with: #SNAPSHOTS

[mynameisdanielshinbaum]

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