#TVNTI: canti from FOOLY COOLY, by aspen.
private, low activity & selective. i fucked up and deleted my carrd. basically i carry the flcl rpc and refuse to ever die fully, been writing this robot since 2014. don’t be fucking weird and we’ll be okay.

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#TVNTI: canti from FOOLY COOLY, by aspen.
private, low activity & selective. i fucked up and deleted my carrd. basically i carry the flcl rpc and refuse to ever die fully, been writing this robot since 2014. don’t be fucking weird and we’ll be okay.
everyone is so fucking mean to him but he’s so fucking sofy. canti im so fucking sorry.
I FEEL A WIND FROM THE SKIES, IT’S POUNDING UPON THE DOOR OF MY HEART.
i think i have never really allowed myself to want anything. i went to swim in the river and then just let myself go. i never got out. i am so afraid of doing the wrong thing. i never stopped to wonder what that meant. i never let myself question it, not really. what makes me feel alive? and is it worth fighting for? i don’t want to spend another day lost in my own head. i don’t want to feel i have anything to prove. i want to write my words and go to bed. and maybe drink some tea in the morning. alive? alive. that makes me feel alive.
it’s not just a game! the black wings prove it’s him!
From the March 2000 issue of Animage magazine. Artwork by Shinji Suetomi and Shohei Toyama
Astronauts talking about viewing the earth from the moon, from The Overview Effect: Awe and Self-Transcendent Experience in Space Flight
I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know I can defend it.
It’s a robot? Is there a person inside?
two thousand, three hundred and five days. that is how long it’s been since orion pax died. two thousand, six hundred and five days since the large mech died and left his dear minibot with the burden of taking care of a dwindling number of bots with little to no resources. and two thousand, four hundred, and one days since the minibot was given a choice between following the the hero’s fate or if he should make himself useful as a nurse drone for the ones who killed him.
at first, canti thought that if he counted the days and watched the number grow the burden would become easier carry upon his shoulders. it has not, it’s only made it harder if anything. but it has become a habit that keeps him sane whilst he walks down lifeless halls, listening to his footsteps echo off the walls as he approaches a certain door. it reminds him of the times he wants so desperately back, it reminds him of what he has to keep himself standing up for, it reminds him of a promise he made to the large mech on his deathbed and how he’s not going to break it --- even if he has to do this every day and night to keep a cover.
the reluctant nurse drone effortlessly slides his identification card into the security slot and is halfway through stepping into the sterile room when he tilts his screen up to look sheepishly at the poor soul who made their way into this facility, praying to what gods may listen silently that it’s nobody he recognizes. the shape he registers, though, makes his entire body go stiff, completely petrified solid.
it’s like he’s looking at a too hastily shot photograph --- blurry and smudged with motion in some areas, yet regardless of the fogginess you know what you’re seeing ... know who the person is. but there are too many small details he can’t overlook with this mech; he doesn’t have that little chip in the armor near his wrist, his paint isn’t flaking near his neck, he doesn’t look at him in the way he did when he was alive. in fact, the mech staring back looks at him with contempt --- a specific kind of rage that canti scarcely remembers seeing when the mech was alive but completely and utters fits his features. canti doesn’t blame the mech for giving him such a heated yet cold stare, he would also not be happy to be locked up like a feral organic creature and be in a cold room, waiting for only who knows what.
it takes him a second to realize he’s backed himself up to the door and is trembling terribly, almost nearing the verge of crumbling to his knees. in an instant, the minibot makes his vents open and kicks up his fans in an attempt to calm himself down.
he’s too similar --- far too similar for the minibot to be comfortable with.
❛ is it really you, orion ... ? ❜ he shakes, field outpouring with confusion and woe --- tinged with fragile hope that screams for a positive answer. he wants to close the gap between them and hold the other, but can’t bring himself to inch any closer than he already has out of ... mortification? fear? --- it’s like he’s looking at the ghost he sees in his most pleasant dreams in the most clearest of lights, but ... he never doubts who he’s looking at in those dreams, never doubts the mech who stands before him ... so why does he now? something is not right. that is not orion, not the one he remembers --- anyways.
@martyrix?
I FEEL A WIND FROM THE SKIES, IT’S POUNDING UPON THE DOOR OF MY HEART.
@defyatlas: "Your head." They tap the side of their own in indication, their lights glittering in the impression of a smile. "It is like Bokhodim, but not. You are similar?"
the teal machine is quite used to getting asked questions about his head, quite used to getting asked odd questions in general actually, though this is the first time another robot has asked him about it --- his own curiosity is piqued ... it is not every day he sees a mecha that doesn’t plan on trying to kill him, it’s even rarer to see one that doesn’t bare the same symbol he does on his chest.
after a brief moment of examining the other ... canti nods his monitor in a measured manner, tilting it sideways slightly --- similar: yes?
@martyrix sent: blows him a kiss
palm opens and closes gently, readily ‘catching’ the kiss within his grasp and cradling it within thick mental digits. his monitor tilts down to examine his hand for a beat, he’s aware there’s nothing actually there save for air ... but a warmth spreads under his plates nevertheless, making the static of his field crinkle in ardor. the hunter likes to claim he is not a soft being, he puts up the tough front ... thinks he’s a thing made of metal and teeth. canti disagrees, there’s a tenderness under that shell and actions like these prove his thoughts correct.
his closed hand steadily drifts to his chest-plate, right near the symbol of a company that no longer represents him nor does he represents it anymore, and splays his fingers out --- pressing the ‘kiss’ right against where a ‘heart’ would be. he pats the spot for extra measure, i’ll keep that right there.
nothingamaziing:
@tvena
He had gotten home only a week early before he planned. He wanted to surprise his baby brother. Who he hadn’t seen in a while and he was sure it was mighty overdue. Plus someone in the family had to make sure Naota hadn’t drowned in this backwater hick town.
What he wasn’t expecting was seeing the massive tvheaded robot in his family home kitchen. With his lounge slung over his shoulder suddenly slipping off his shoulders and hitting the ground with an unceremonious thud. His head tilted and he spoke-
“What the hell are you?” Was something his father had wasted money on? He knew that iron had moved into the small town promising jobs and new technology. But this was taking it a bit far. Did it even have a name?
He bet it had a name seeing how if naota was still around. He’d have a soft enough soul to name it.
the sound of the door opening & closing doesn’t make the teal robot stall in his chores, consciously thinking that it must have been naota coming back to get something he forgot in his wild scramble to meet with gaku and his other little friend --- it happens often, almost comically so. though, if he was less worried about scrubbing off rice that stuck stubbornly to a plate maybe he would have picked up that the footsteps are unhurried, that they don’t carry the same weight naota’s does, and could have saved himself a heart attack when a voice speaks up.
❛ !? ❜ canti jumps, so startled by the unfamiliar voice that he nearly shatters the plate in his grasp ... though thankfully, he just managed to clumsily drop it into the sink with the others in his shock. he turns from the sink to face the teenager, wiping his hands off on his apron during the motion. there’s a moment of worry --- did a customer just walk in past the sales counter? canti remembered mr.nandaba saying he closed the shop before he left, maybe noata accidentally flipped the sign from closed to open in his rush.
but, that thought is quickly shoved away once canti examines the man’s face ... remembering it from some of the many pictures that hang on the walls --- albeit, the teenager that stands before him is now slightly older looking than the ones in the pictures. ( what a strange oddity, ) canti thinks ... ( to recognize a face but not the voice, it makes sense though --- i’ve only ever seen him in photographs. )
❛ i am canti --- i live and work here. ❜ he types after a moment of fully registering the other, bending his waist some in a polite bow before straightening his posture to type some more. ❛ and you are tasuku: correct? i recognize you from the pictures ... i was not aware you would be arriving so early. ❜
if canti was a betting robot, he’d guess neither did the rest of the family. while he was quite used to being out of the loop and having things dropped upon him at the last minute, he was very much aware about how excited everyone was for the eldest son to visit --- they would have been here to greet him first, not make canti do it. though he is more than happy to play host ... even if the idea makes him anxious slightly.
❛ i’m so sorry, naota just went to go meet his friends and i believe nandaba-san went to try and sell his zines in a few stores uptown. i am unsure when either of them will be back ... would you like me to make you something to eat while you wait? ❜