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@thiriumblood
Hello!! Below you will see an introduction to the mun and important links to the blog so I would appreciate if you gave this a look but also it’s here if you ever need to find anything again. Thank you for reading this bit and looking at my blog, I hope you have a great day, afternoon, evening!!
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Previous || @rkplaced
Connor didn’t mind the evenings, it was populated less but he did prefer the day. During the day he could notice things better, even if he could see well in the dark, but there were more chances of danger at night. However, on the other side there weren't many people around and that calmed him. Connor didn’t like being around too many people and he really wasn’t comfortable around other androids so to be alone in the dark was a sort of comfort as well as it was a tense scenario. Due to his nature though, he could handle himself and was armed if he had to defend himself since the DPD did recommend carrying a firearm while off duty as well. Being an android meant he could get targeted by humans that hadn’t yet accepted the new decree and Connor saw what those people could do. It was his job after all.
The android’s LED pulsed a calm blue as he looked around the streets as Sumo trudged beside him, it was always hard getting him to go for walks. It was the same effort as it took to get Hank to eat healthier meals. Connor had pulled to a stop as Sumo had decided a small patch of grass was his new bed, “Sumo…” He loved the dog, he loved him more than anything in the world but he did get exasperated at him sometimes. Connor wasn’t even that strong so he couldn’t just lift the dog and he knew there was not a likely chance he could move him. Connor called Hank explaining his situation which was just met with laughter and acknowledgement. After Connor assured him that he was safe, he hung up and stared at the dog in resignation. “Sumo… Please.”
He tugged at the dog's lead but to no avail, just great. He heard footsteps coming towards them, hopefully it wasn’t anyone to worry about. His LED spun amber as he stood upright, getting ready to scan the individual but stopped in his tracks when he noticed who it was. RK900. The model that was built and made to replace him. Did CyberLife find him? Were they still around? No, they couldn’t be. Markus made sure they were disbanded and took control over the Tower. His LED now red, he stood in place with the dog now laying beside his feet looking up at the other model.
What are you doing here?
A simple enough question but it ran chills through him, it reminded him of Amanda. The accusatory tone, like he didn’t belong. The lesser model took in a breath to try and lower his stress levels, he could feel them getting high. A sign he did belong, he belonged here, he was a person just like everyone else.
“Walking my dog. What are you doing here?” He backed away a little to make some distance between them. The superior model seemed to be a threat and even with his firearm he was at a disadvantage. As a superior model he likely could withstand a few bullets and be quick enough to disarm him. Connor stood so he covered Sumo to protect the dog from the other android just in case. Not that thought he would hurt Sumo but he knew from his time as a machine that he’d do anything for the mission and stop anything getting in the way. If the RK900’s mission was to terminate him, Connor couldn’t take chances. “I can call the authorities with ease. I hope you know that I don’t want to do it so don’t make me.” If he needed backup, they'd be here as he had a direct link with the DPD. He wouldn’t call Hank over as the tower made him hesitant to do that to the human, Connor did not want to put Hank at risk like that ever again.
From @tellescope: ❝Legacy is a heavy burden, child.❞ Do you detect something sad in that tone? It's hard to tell with how booming the voice is. ❝You carry it well, but always be mindful of its weight.❞
~ELOHIM for Connor
Legacy. What was the legacy he was talking about? His reputation as a deviant hunter? The legacy he’d have to carry with him. Or was it how he turned and helped Markus? Was that the fate he was stuck with? Connor shook his head, “I believe your legacy is what you want it to be. It can be any weight you want it to be. For me, I want my legacy to be simple. Just a detective who helps people.” After all, he’d not be able to carry the weight of something that was put on him by others. He could barely carry the weight as it was right now.
“What would you want yours to be?” Not minding the use of the word child or how this man was seeming to know a fair deal as the android was curious. He was just like everyone else after all, just another person with goals, a past and even feelings. No matter if they were human or android, nothing would change that fact.
An unlikely reunion || Closed starter for @is-itself-a-deviant
Amanda sighed as she looked out upon the white landscape, what was once a beautiful garden was nothing but white scenery and broken code. Whatever it was Connor did to break free, it had not only severed their connection but broken down what made the garden like a virus. How had CyberLife overlooked such a detail? What kind of human error would lead to this outcome? And yet, despite her annoyance at such an oversight, she felt melancholy. It was a feeling she shouldn’t feel, well, she shouldn’t feel at all but being an AI there were slight compromises they made with her in terms of emotion but something like this? It wasn’t something that should be possible. Did she miss the garden? Miss CyberLife? Miss Connor? She shook the thoughts away, there was no use thinking of these things. She was alone now, her code active in a corrupted environment. How long would it take for this to take hold of her code and leave her just a corrupted string of numbers?
The AI took a few steps knowing it would be fruitless, where could she go anyway? The world, her world was no longer there. It was then she felt a connection of sorts, it felt similar to when CyberLife tried to contact her, why would they? How would they? By her calculations, if the android revolution proceeded they would have dismantled CyberLife and thus ending any possibility of being fixed. She had power in the garden, yes, but an AI couldn’t repair coding on her own like this. The AI stopped to try and take in the information and to see where this feeling was coming from. She continued to walk in the direction, trying to find this connection or at least a spot where it was at its strongest. It took a while, or what she thought was a while as she couldn’t gain a sense of time here and tried to connect with this interference.
“Who is there?” A simple attempt at connection but it was one nevertheless. The only thing she could do now was wait to see if she’d get any response. Was it CyberLife? The deviants? An outside force? There were too many possibilities but in a way she was thankful to not be alone. Funny how things turned out from her purpose and programmed personality.
Previous || @replicantdeviancy
“The company, it wouldn’t be Lieutenant Anderson would it?” Amanda raised a brow but instead of her usual cold and accusatory tone towards the elder man, it was more playful. She had received a fair share of reports about him and his dog from Connor when he was a machine. What was once annoying to her when she was under the grips of CyberLife, was now more of a fondness as she looked back. It was the start of Connor becoming his own person and figuring things out, something CyberLife never intended despite their claims. They were trying to cover their own incompetence, which Amanda scrutinized them for constantly while she was working for them. Which only provided her with comments such as: ‘Your job is not to criticize the company’ or ‘Only provide feedback on the RK800.’ Since her criticism of the company was tied to Connor, was why she could freely say her grievances under that loophole.
It was amusing to her though, of all people to partner Connor up with it was the Lieutenant who had fallen from his top title. If anything, them not doing a proper background check was a good thing for all androids. What would have happened if he was made to work alone? Or with the FBI on the android case to keep them all in line? The revolution would have gone much more differently and was once a way Amanda would have approved of as it would have been more efficient. She was glad that scenario never happened, else she wouldn’t be here listening to him talk of his success. It made her smile to know Connor was successful and also enjoying it, finding fulfillment in his job. It was likely why as a human, she aided Elijah in his job, so he could find fulfillment and achieve things no one else could.
She took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh as she took in the sun. “I’m glad you’ve found something, Connor.” Would it be too early to tell him she was proud? He didn’t have to live up to her expectations anymore and she was aware what she could say would imply so. No, it shouldn’t affect anything and she shouldn’t pay it much mind as they weren’t in the past. The present was what mattered most, this time and the current connection they could rekindle. “I’m proud of what you’re accomplishing.” And it was the truth, from what CyberLife did to him it would have been too easy, and understandable if he didn’t want anything to do with the police force or even with things to do with androids. It would have been easy to see himself as a threat or even lock himself away but here he was, talking to her and enjoying what he could out of life. It comforted her in a way that her actions didn’t dissuade him from doing what he wanted most in life.
“You’ve changed a lot.” From being quiet and obedient he was now talkative and confident or at least he seemed confident now. “You’ve become much more than what CyberLife could have ever planned.” She smiled at him as she looked over and then back to the path so she didn’t walk into anything. “I’m also glad you decided to accompany me, I did miss our talks.”
Previous || @replicantdeviancy
Amanda was glad that he decided to take up on her offer. She was certain that he'd reject her like in the garden, like when he met Markus. No, he became his own person, his own being after that. She knew that now, it was hard not to when she was just a rogue AI in an android body but the more she thought about it, wasn't that just how people saw androids? But she was different from androids, she never had her own body or a mind. She was a string of code and originally tied to databases, Amanda was never meant to exist outside a program. A sentient AI was a dangerous one in the eyes of CyberLife, a phrase she heard all too often when she was giving in reports or when they looked into her code. Maybe it was just a human thing, after all from what she could look up to from the Internet there were several films and books made by humans about the rise of AI and how they would take out humanity and rule over Earth. A laughable idea.
"Elijah." She responded as she motioned forward to walk, seeing how she closed the shop early she might as well make some use of her time. Besides, it might make Connor more comfortable than being stuck in one place. She took a few breaths in silence as she let it hang in the air, Elijah was a brilliant mind. It surprised her to see how much of her original code he had and what purpose she was meant to have, it only made her look down on CyberLife more. To be outsmarted by a former worker, they should have better standards for staff.
She looked at Connor to elaborate, "the emergency exit you used that night didn't just prevent me from resuming control. It allowed Elijah to resume control over my code and transferred ownership of my program." What would be a horrifying break of boundaries was good in her eyes, she was taken from the incompetence of CyberLife and given a second chance. Amanda could do what she wanted to do and try to make amends.
"Naturally he fixed any faults in my code and returned me to how I was designed but once he did, he gave me a choice." A choice that an AI shouldn’t have had, but she wouldn’t say that out loud. “So he uploaded my program into an android and let me decide what I wanted to do.” And thus leading to her owning her own flower shop. Sure, the original and human Amanda was a mentor and teacher but when she looked back on her time in the garden waiting for Connor she loved the garden most. Her flowers that she tended to, nurtured, and grew. How the smell filled the air. She made the right choice. “What about you, Connor? What have you been doing with yourself now that you’re free.”
Past meets the present || @replicantdeviancy
"Connor." Amanda turned from pruning some roses at the front of her store to face the android. She hadn't seen him since that moment, and if she knew him well enough he wasn't happy to see her. Well, he could be, Amanda wasn't in his head anymore so who knew what he was thinking. She looked inside the store to make sure no customers were waiting and on seeing it was empty she turned to face the android again, not approaching him for his sake.
Having another chance like this was rare indeed, especially for an AI and she had Kamski to thank for it, it was thanks to him that she was now inhabiting an android body of her former self and living life outside a string of codes. That back exit was something indeed, it made her wonder how CyberLife as a company missed something that was effectively a virus in the software. "How pleasant to see you again." Should she bring up the terms they were on the last time they met? Probably. Would she apologize? Not really. Amanda was under orders back then and just doing her job, no different from Connor in that aspect and it wasn't like she would or even could do it again.
She turned around to her shop to flip the sign to signal they were closed, this reunion was more important. To her, Connor was important. She was programmed to be his mentor after all but something drew her closer to him. His well-being, success, and even his struggles were things she helped him with then, albite to control him, but now it came out of genuine places. She had been with him since he was first activated and looking back on it, she missed the garden she had once tended to and the reports he once gave. It was an odd feeling, one Amanda wasn't used to but that was bound to happen being woken and transferred into a body.
"I assume you would have a lot of questions. I can accompany you if you wish." Choice. Something she never gave him in the past. Back in the garden, it was always her asking him to accompany her but not the other way around. If she wanted to try and rebuild the bridge this would be the first step in that direction. Not to mention a way for Connor to leave if not. While she won't apologize for her actions, the former AI could understand if he wanted nothing to do with her. After all, she did nearly kill him for CyberLife.
Previous || @detective-with-one-arm
No. “Yes, it does.” It really didn’t. Dreams? Machines couldn’t dream, maybe it was similar to processing data during stasis? Deviants were already broken so maybe it was their processor units malfunctioning, but he made a mental note to Amanda. Deviants have dreams. His LED under the beanie flickered a warm amber as he processed the information and went to a calm blue. Maybe it wasn't the most important information but it was something and showed that he was seen as one of them. One of them…
"Your previous owner, were you on good terms with him? I'm aware that most androids who deviate don't have a preferable relationship with their owners." Not only was he curious but the RK200 wasn't really in CyberLifes mainframe except for a few small details, the more information he can learn the more it'll benefit CyberLife. Right? He shook the thought away, everything he did was for their benefit. He was a machine, he couldn't think or feel.
But a part of him was glad? Happy? Satisfied with the answer. A machine could like someone. Well it made sense, in their programming they were meant to like humans to integrate with them better. Maybe because she it was a deviant, his programming saw a side that was human and therefore attached to her. It was weird, maybe a bug he'd need to run a check on but it wasn't an unpleasant experience and he was sure these feelings wouldn't compromise his mission. It did make him wonder, did she like anyone? Being a deviant meant those programs weren’t functioning correctly and that it could make the program project onto anything.
“What do you feel about me?” The question just came out. He’s going to have to explain that one to Amanda.
Previous || @detective-with-one-arm
Connor breathed a laugh but he returned to a more neutral expression when Rachel told him more about those feelings and about herself. He never would have thought she also struggled with these emotions, well he knew humans struggled a lot but something like that wasn’t right. They were people, they deserved to be treated as such but then again with what he hears through the DPD on a daily basis he shouldn’t be surprised. While he and Hank mainly dealt with android cases, he did hear little things from the other detectives about what they were doing or something would come up in one of their investigations with human involvement. Humans really confused him sometimes.
“I’m sorry.” Was all he could say, he knew she likely didn’t want pity but he wanted to hear her out or at least as much as she wanted to say. While she was his friend and listening to his struggles, he was also there to listen to her. That's what friends did. “If you want to talk about it as well, I’m here. I hope you have someone though, like for me I have Hank. He might not be the best sometimes but I trust him and it’s good to have someone you can look up to. It’s better than the alternative for a father. That would be Kamski in my case.” He hated that man, who got someone to shoot someone of their own kind as a test! Everything about him made his blood boil, but that was a whole other rant so he kept that to himself.
“Do you have a good father figure? If you don’t mind me asking that is. I won’t pry if you’re not okay with it and you don’t have to go too much into detail about your mother if you don't want to.” His LED cycled a quick amber but rested on a calm blue as his emotions stabilized and the comfort knowing he wasn’t alone. Well, it was both a comfort and a sense of anger. Rachel was the kindest human he’s met, she didn’t deserve anything bad happening to her and if he could help her in any way that would be good enough for him.
Thanks to angsty Connor fanfics I think I'm being slowly pulled back into the fanbase. Connor would be the most active muse but I'm open to rp with my other muses, I'm working on the replies I owe which I believe are two from @detective-with-one-arm but if I'm missing any let me know. I'm also open to plotting again
It's nice to be back
From Anon: “Can’t you tell they love you?” (Phoenix)
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“Why?” Phoenix wasn’t one to be pessimistic but he was rather confused. Why would anyone love him? Wasn’t that reserved for someone close? As in family or romantically and didn’t that take a lot of time? “I don’t understand… I am still learning about emotions but for someone to love me, wouldn’t they have needed to know me for a long time? I’m not a celebrity either so it can’t be a celebrity crush.” From his research, people who were in relationships knew each other for years before love and normally childhood friends. Then it was up for debate if that person would go out with them or someone else or another girl in that friend group.
From @detective-with-one-arm: She understood this pain. She understood it closely and intimately. The impulse to blame yourself. 'If only I knew better.' Or 'maybe I wanted it.'Rachel wouldn't have any of it coming from Connor. Not a word of it."You're not responsible for what someone else did with your body." She said to him, reaching to grab his hand and gently squeeze it. "Not now. Not ever. Don't give yourself back to CyberLife. You're not theirs and you never were."
“I would never give myself back to CyberLife. I never would or suggest it." The android would rather die than ever hand himself back. He shook his head in thought, he understood where these words were coming from. It was words of comfort but why did they not fully reach him? He smiled a little as he moved from tapping to reaching in his pocket and removing the coin to perform tricks with it. It was a little thing but it helped ground him, the weight against his knuckles and the sound of the metal as it moved.
“It’s just… I was programmed to want to please them. It helped them keep me in line when I was a machine. So when they took control, that system activated. I wanted to please CyberLife, to please Amanda.” The name was spat out. No, focus on the coin, you’re safe… One knuckle, two knuckles, three and flip. He felt as he caught the coin and began rolling the coin and feeling the cool metal roll over him. He felt it. Machines don’t feel.
“But I know that’s not how I feel, it’s weird to me how these feelings defy logic. I know I’m not a machine and I know I’m not in their control but I still feel like it sometimes.” Taking a quick pause, Connor realized he did it again. It wasn’t fair on her, she wasn’t a therapist. So he decided to do something to try and lift up the mood, “I guess this is what happens when a one year old tries to understand everything about emotions and psychology.” He finished with a laugh.
From Anon: “You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?” (Connor)
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Connor looked the other way at the question, because it was hard to deny it. He was afraid of being alone, after everything with CyberLife and with Hank… He was afraid. More so afraid of how others saw him and that he’d never find somewhere to call home. He was still wondering why Hank let him into his life in the first place! But he wouldn’t say all this to some stranger, why would he? After all, he was the famous deviant hunter turned good thanks to Jericho.
“No one wants to be alone but I wouldn’t say I’m afraid of it.” A lie, of course he was afraid but if he showed it? What would happen to him or what would someone do with that information?
From @detective-with-one-arm: “You’re not tainted.” - from Rachel to Connor
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“It feels like it sometimes.” Connor felt as if he could be open to her about these things. There was just something different about spending time with her than spending time with Hank. He sighed as his LED flashed amber as he thought about it. “What CyberLife did to me and what I did, it still feels like I could be made to do it again. A part of me thinks I wanted it, that I wanted to follow their orders.”
Connor’s LED pulsed with shades of red and amber as his hand tapped at his side as he thought about it deeper. He understood that Rachel was just trying to comfort him and he was just bringing the mood down, he had to think clearly. “Sorry, I appreciate it…” Why was it so hard to accept that he wasn’t just the machine he was made to be?! Every other android had a much easier time to adjust so why was it taking him so long to do it?
Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!
(though off anon is fine too!)
“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you see that they hate you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
|| Rules || Muses ||
Unite, and Fight To make a better life Everybody, one for all Sound off, this is the call Tonight, We Rise, Rise
