More Than a Program

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

Max sat down beside him as if invited. “You looked dead. I had to make sure if you were dead from something I couldn’t fix before I went to kill him. I suppose his life is safe now.”

“Why would you kill him in the first place?” He queried, wearily dragging himself over so that his head was on Max’s thigh.

“Logic,” he said calmly. “He seemed comfortable to admit that you were dead and that he was taking your position even if you have children.”

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

Ixion was alive.

Max visibly relaxed, and his countenance shifted from that creepy blank state to something more human. “Your dear Judge said that you were dead,” Max said pleasantly. “I should shoot him for scaring me like that, given that you are not.”

He wasn’t sure the other was okay, though.

Ixion patted the floor beside him, annoyed at having to listen to someone talk above him. “Oh. Maybe I looked dead. Maybe I am dead, I don’t remember going to my bedroom…”

Max sat down beside him as if invited. “You looked dead. I had to make sure if you were dead from something I couldn’t fix before I went to kill him. I suppose his life is safe now.”

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

Max let out a quiet sigh and kept his scanning on while he went to help him up; Ixion wasn’t dead at least, but who knew what shape he was in.

“You aren’t dead, then.”

“Noo, the floor is nicer, it doesn’t spin as much,” he grumbled, trying to curl up on the floor. The blond paused and squinted up at him with grey optics. At least, he thought that was where the voice was coming from. It was hard to tell with offlined optics.

“Am I dead? Am I supposed to be dead? How long was I asleep? Please tell me it’s the same year–I can’t pull off a ‘van’ name, I just cannot. Ixion van Light, it just does not….”

Ixion was alive.

Max visibly relaxed, and his countenance shifted from that creepy blank state to something more human. “Your dear Judge said that you were dead,” Max said pleasantly. “I should shoot him for scaring me like that, given that you are not.”

He wasn’t sure the other was okay, though.

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

Max approached the X unit that was clearly not awake, checking his systems to see what the problem was and whether it was something that he could fix.

At the brush of a scan that was not his own, the blond jarred upright, optics grey, and promptly fell out of his seat and onto the floor.

Ow.

Max let out a quiet sigh and kept his scanning on while he went to help him up; Ixion wasn’t dead at least, but who knew what shape he was in.

“You aren’t dead, then.”

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

Max checked the bathroom first given that it was a smaller place to look. If Ixion wasn’t there, then he would head for the lab.

There was no X unit in the bath, but Max would find one curled up in a roller chair like a cat. His head was between his arms as they rested on the desk. Specifically on a datapad of schematics on the desk. His arms and head were making smudges over the formerly meticulous notes and design; he must have forgotten to turn off the editing before his…. nap?

He didn’t stir.

Max approached the X unit that was clearly not awake, checking his systems to see what the problem was and whether it was something that he could fix.

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

Max brushed Foxtar off, instantly heading towards Ixion’s rooms; that was where the other usually was, and if anything, he would be there.

Sorry Foxtar. He would apologize later.

The bedroom was clean, as usual, though there were a few articles of clothing that had been thrown around haphazardly. The doors to both the lab and the bathroom were open.

Max checked the bathroom first given that it was a smaller place to look. If Ixion wasn’t there, then he would head for the lab.

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

He was a computer program, but alas, he took his duties very seriously.

“Really.” His expression had gone completely blank, as well. “Then it would be in your best interests to run far while I deal with X.”

Not Ixion. Not Raichu. But X.

Cubit blinked. He’d never heard Max address X as, well, X.

“If you insist, Sir Max.” He stumbled a little over the title. Master Max sounded awkward and he didn’t think the program warranted the same level of respect as X.

#doctorlightnumber x #cubit foxtar

Max brushed Foxtar off, instantly heading towards Ixion’s rooms; that was where the other usually was, and if anything, he would be there.

Sorry Foxtar. He would apologize later.

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

“I am sure that you were not,” Max said, his voice oddly flat and not acknowledging Foxtar’s nervousness. “Now. Explanation.”

“Well,” Foxtar began again, not meeting Max’s eyes. He was only a simple, usually-gentle computer program, so why was he so intimidating. “He was old. Very old. He was nearly three hundred years old; have you ever known anyone to live that long?”

#doctorlightnumber x #cubit foxtar

He was a computer program, but alas, he took his duties very seriously.

“Really.” His expression had gone completely blank, as well. “Then it would be in your best interests to run far while I deal with X.”

Not Ixion. Not Raichu. But X.

"Either somebody explains what happened /now/ or there will be fireworks. The bad kind."

Cubit had not been expecting visitors. But now he had a very distraught, intimidating visitor.

He wriggled in his chair–actually it was Ixion’s chair, his favorite with the delicate blue and cream patterns and the un-cushioned arms. “Ah, hello, Max, I was not… expecting you so soon.”

“I am sure that you were not,” Max said, his voice oddly flat and not acknowledging Foxtar’s nervousness. “Now. Explanation.”

#((SHINY!))#((-squeaks-))#Xephyr #pokemon #submission

“Hey, I’m helping deliver the eggs. So, it’s been researched and all, and here’s what you’ll probably find inside. Lucky you.~”

“Take good care of it, alright?”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Xeph said, reaching out to take the egg. As he glanced over the image that he’d also been given, his eyebrows went up. Though he wasn’t the most knowledgeable about Pokemon, he was sure that was not the normal coloration for this species...

“A Snubbull, right?” he said, smiling down at the egg. “It’ll be well taken care of.”

crashadventure-blog

Pokemon Event!

“In penance for ‘unnecessary violence’ against wild Pokemon, I’m now part of an adoption drive. Community service.” “I am given a hundred random Pokemon Eggs to redistribute far and wide.” “All you need to do is click ‘Reblog’ (Not Like!) to receive an egg. Limited to one per person. You must also hatch it on your own.” “In order to receive your gift, you must activate the ‘Submit’ function of your residence. In other words your doors, mailboxes or whatnot must be open to receive your new friend. Otherwise we cannot deliver.” “Anyone who registers and did not activate the Submit function will not have a second chance. We cannot entrust a precious life to someone who couldn’t follow basic instructions.” “No ‘Personal Blogs’ or Mun Blogs please. I’m sorry, but your worlds are off limits for the adoption drive.” “The event ends on the 26th of June or stock runs out. All tickets after that will be ignored, so please submit early!”

HC binary

((For Max and the Armors, binary isn’t simply text that consists of 1s and 0s – it’s an actual spoken language that they are all capable of speaking. Of course, to a human, it won’t make any sort of sense, though a robot would be able to identify it as binary that they are speaking in. A program (sapient ones like Max, at least) would be completely fluent in binary and would have no issues speaking to other people or muttering to itself in it.))

#headcanon #binary #hana and sakura

"You screamed?"

“Dad. Dad. Where have you been? I could have gotten myself killed without you,” he said seriously.

Foxtar rolled his eyes. Raichu ignored him.

“It’s true, yesterday I walked into a glass door because I was distracted and nearly fractured my skull.”

At that, Judge Foxtar boredly said,“Your skull is made of metal, sir. You broke the door.”

He wasn’t afraid of this X; he had no reason to be at all. If anything, this particular unit would demand snuggles.

“…I always miss you too, you know. You don’t want to come visit me?” He teased lightly, ruffling the blond’s hair.

The blond unit dropped the act and leaned against Max, sighing. “I want to, but I can’t, I am just too busy lately.”

Max tapped Ixion on the nose. “That is a sign that you need to drop everything and take a break for a few hours.”

"You screamed?"

“Dad. Dad. Where have you been? I could have gotten myself killed without you,” he said seriously.

Foxtar rolled his eyes. Raichu ignored him.

“It’s true, yesterday I walked into a glass door because I was distracted and nearly fractured my skull.”

At that, Judge Foxtar boredly said,“Your skull is made of metal, sir. You broke the door.”

He twitched slightly at the other’s words, more due to the small portion in his programming that reacted to the idea of an X in danger, but crossed his arms and frowned at him.

“Really, don’t act like you have to worry me by saying things like that, I know you’re a capable young X.” Ixion was smarter than he normally portrayed himself as to some people.

Ixion shooed Foxtar with a dismissive wave as he stepped closer to the program, his movements almost predatory. The Judge sighed the sigh of a long-suffering man and left after casting one last long look at X.

“I started missing you a lot.”

He wasn’t afraid of this X; he had no reason to be at all. If anything, this particular unit would demand snuggles.

“...I always miss you too, you know. You don’t want to come visit me?” He teased lightly, ruffling the blond’s hair.

"You screamed?"

“Dad. Dad. Where have you been? I could have gotten myself killed without you,” he said seriously.

Foxtar rolled his eyes. Raichu ignored him.

“It’s true, yesterday I walked into a glass door because I was distracted and nearly fractured my skull.”

At that, Judge Foxtar boredly said,“Your skull is made of metal, sir. You broke the door.”

He twitched slightly at the other’s words, more due to the small portion in his programming that reacted to the idea of an X in danger, but crossed his arms and frowned at him.

“Really, don’t act like you have to worry me by saying things like that, I know you’re a capable young X.” Ixion was smarter than he normally portrayed himself as to some people.