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@tiepiren-blog
“Well… I don’t think you’re the person who’s supposed to zip my dress up and tell me I look pretty. I’m guessing you’re here to make sure I get from point A to be point B? If so, I think I’m late.”
The system takes a moment to process this information.
▬❝Correct. According to the current time we have approximately four minutes and twenty -seven seconds to make your arrival. I am prepared to leave at your affirmation.❞
“No,” says every will countering the instinct to lie their way out of this, “I just — don’t carry my passport and driver’s license everywhere I go.”
▬❝You live here and you’re not in the system.❞
More of a reaffirmation to himself than a question. It could very much be a glitch, an oversight. He’ll have to talk to Kim about it.
❝I apologize for my. Invasiveness.❞
&& tiepiren
❛ —HUH. another one of those nerd conventions, in town? surprised I didn’t hear about it. cool costume though, dude. ❜
There is literally no point in trying to correct her.
▬❝Thanks. It took three months to build.❞
( she feels throttled by fear but remains complacent through cool removal, pushing aside strong emotions and any telltale signs of her anxieties. saving face is instinctive. ava doesn’t know these grounds. she has no laboured over escape plan. and she is finding that quick thinking is not her ally. )
What do you mean?
( he can’t know. he can’t let anyone else know. )
He does know. He tells her in the strict curve of his mouth, the shift in his posture that angles himself between her and the flow of traffic. The visor, for the most part, hides his state of alarm -- the mixed emotions that come with finding the improved version of oneself just walking down the street. His voice is low, no longer official.
▬❝Wha- Who built you? Where are you from?❞
small hiatus until i get some of my alex muse back
whatsthesiitch
▬❝Agent Possible. I am detective Alex Murphy deployed by OCP to aid you on this case. I have been instructed to inform you that attempting this mission alone is inadvisable.❞
The joints in his neck and torso whine loudly as he shifts to survey her.
❝You have ten seconds to acknowledge these instructions.❞
Happy Detroit day!
simetia
▬❝Good morning, Ms. Riley. It is in my understanding that I must report to you on behalf of the Omnicorp foundation. My assistance is at your disposal.❞
His voice is stiff, monotone, and his red gaze expectant.
I don’t know. Is stopping citizens at random in your protocol?
( she feels stiff. without fluidity. without a heart her pulse cannot increase, but ava feels a throbbing pressure on either of her temples, a nervous itch in her palms. her hands move to burrow in her coat pockets, pulling at the threads of her sleeves, glancing behind alex. she looks back at him with a serious inquiry. )
Why did you stop me?
( logic says he knows. she wants to ignore logic. )
▬❝Not without considerable reason to.❞
He decides, fuck it, might as well give her a full body scan and see if he truly needs to ship his mechanical ass back to the lab. The results that greet him, however, cause a myriad of alarm bells not only in his software.
[UNLICENSED ANDROID DETECTED
...PROCEED WITH CAUTION]
Protocol dictates that he detain her until license or origin can be determined. At the moment, however, he couldn’t be assed with what his programming was screaming at him.
▬❝What are you?❞
( no no no. this doesn’t happen in real life. )
I — don’t have any ID with me. Officer.
A whirring of fans underneath the cowl indicates his scrutiny of how best to handle the situation.
▬❝I see. Are you visiting from out of town?❞
Alex (Joel Kinnaman), Clara (Abbie Cornish) and David Murphy (John Paul Ruttan). Robocop, USA 2014
Dead or alive, you're coming with me!
( ava makes no effort to hide her fascination with the shine of his helmet and the red line across his visor. artificials. cybernetics. looking at herself inside-out. she feels too conscious of the dim whir in her stomach and the blue cables that make up her veins. wonders if he can see her metal. ) Do I look like I do?
▬❝Would I have asked if you didn't?❞
There is an unmistakable twinge of annoyance in his voice, more out of confusion then general impatience. His identification protocols buzzed frantically away, desperate to put a name to the face of this apparently dead girl -- all while the organic parts of his mind that were still intact scrutinized her expression.
lightobscur:
Unsure the blonde came to a halt and bit her lip when she noticed someone appear further ahead. Wondering if it was too late to just turn around, she decided to continue - it was probably just a coincidence that someone else were on the path tonight.
On the contrary, her appearance did little to surprise him, although his programming made it hard to ignore anyone who chose to walk the streets at night. His heavy steps slowed by instinct, streams of data blinking to life beneath his visor. An unidentified adolescent female. One among hundreds in this unfamiliar town.
Clearing his throat, fully aware of how alarming his stature was -- especially to those unused to his presence -- Alex tips his head with a loud mechnanical whir and a quiet ❝Evening.❞
i think im gonna lay down…………
THE LAW! you all thought i was going to bed! justice never sleeps, haha suckers
