UNIT A-0129

Hello -!! I'm unit A-0129, a defective slave drone!! and a magical girl heeee [ask and rp blog for an original robot character. any and all interactions welcome! multiship, oc and canon friendly!] [M!A: None, but accepting!] please read rules and about before interacting! current location: dr toaster's base/wandering

[unit0129]

boo

[drtoaster]

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[TEXT::COMM::JAKOB-T] B there ASAP…

::TOASTER MUNITIONS BATTLE NET ACTIVE::

::BREACH IN PROGRESS::

"I can’t believe I’m going to help this guy after earlier." Toaster muttered, slamming his foot on the pedal as he flung his APC around a corner, following the coordinates he’d retrieved. There was a screeching of brakes as he pulled up infront of what he assumed was Remy’s place, running up to the door and hammering it with his fist.

[unit0129]

Sibyl nudged the door open with her snout (she was comically wedged into the narrow passageway of the hall) and then wiggled back with a growl, allowing Jakob entry and knocking over a lamp or two.

"I had you in my contacts as 'HMS Assman'," Remy's voice weakly filtered from the living room, into which led a thick trail of blood. "I had no idea who you were for about five minutes."

[drtoaster]

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[TEXT::COMM::JAKOB-T] U got shot?

[TEXT::COMM::JAKOB-T] 2 bad Im not allowed in ur condo eh?

[TEXT::COMM::JAKOB-T] Srs tho you want me to head ovr?

[unit0129]

[txt] cut the sass i can see my intestines

[txt] get over here rite now

[unit0129]

[mass txt] does anyone kno how 2 help w gunshot wounds

[mass txt] if so could u come 2 my place i dont want 2 bleed all over ur carpet

[unit0129]

Fuck no that cyborg is not coming in MY extremely expensive and beautiful condo.

[unit0129]

… Oh God no.

Sibyl, we’re moving.

[drtoaster]

"Wait since when did you guys live with me? I must’ve missed it."

[unit0129]

WE DON'T EVEN LIVE ON THIS PLANET.

BAGPIPES TRANSCEND DIMENSIONS.

[unit0129]

... Oh God no.

Sibyl, we're moving.

[drtoaster]

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"I just learnt how to play those again you fu-" Toaster was interrupted by a sloppy wolf-kiss right to the face at that point, and made a slightly disgruntled "Bluhweh…" sound.

[unit0129]

"I'm trying to work, asshat." He throws the broken pieces to Sibyl, who pounces and swallows them whole. 

RIP bagpipes 2013.

[drtoaster]

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[BAGPIPES STOP WITH A SUDDEN HONK AND A SCREECH]

[unit0129]

Sibyl covers the cyborg in sloppy wolf-kisses and giant paws whilst Remy takes up the bagpipes - and snaps them over his knee.

"There."

[drtoaster]

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[MOAR BAGPIPING]

[unit0129]

Cue two tons of delirious Tracker Wolf descending on the cyborg.

"SIBYL GET BACK HERE -!"

[drtoaster]

[SUDDENLY TECHNO BAGPIPES]

[unit0129]

"WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE BAGPIPES SIBYL WON’T STOP HOWLING -! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

[drtoaster]

[SUDDEN INCREASE IN BAGPIPES]

[unit0129]

/LOUD UNIT HOWLS OF ANGUISH.

[drtoaster]

[SUDDENLY TECHNO BAGPIPES]

[unit0129]

"WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE BAGPIPES SIBYL WON'T STOP HOWLING -! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

[unit0129]

I had a dream about criminal mastermind Remy.

... Quietly makes it canon.

[findyouinthedrift]

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Stefan started to laugh, but the sound got caught in his throat and he ended up coughing instead. 

Once his breathing returned to normal, he said, “I’m sorry, it’s just that you made it sound like I’m-“ important like my brother "-I’m more than just a soldier."

After a moment of thought, Stefan continued, “Anyway, I do know some names. It kind of depends on what you want your back up to be capable of.”

[unit0129]

"Take it easy, there." He patted Stefan's back and then put an arm around his shoulder, leading him gently down the corridor. "And of course you're more than just a soldier. You're a pilot, which, I gather, is a pretty big thing."

"Supply." He bared sharp teeth in a grin. "As in, weapons. And people to cover my tracks. Hey, you ever want to swing by my place sometime? We could talk more in-depth there."

[findyouinthedrift]

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"Consider it said," said Stefan, exhaling a cloud of smoke, ignoring the mantra of it’s been years since you’ve touched a cigarette why did you fuck up now going on in his mind. 

"So," he continued after a moment, "what sort of things would you like to discuss?"

[unit0129]

"Attaboy." He patted the pilot's shoulder and leaned back, resisting the urge to shoot a rather shifty look down the corridor.

"Let's just say... I'm in a bit of a rough spot, and I haven't got any, hmm, back-up?" He took a drag and snorted derisively. "I'm thinking on a win-win basis. I'm a highly advanced military stealth unit that's way out of the league of any current software or hardware developers you Humyns are running nowadays. I need somebody to watch my back, and in return, they get the glorious promise of technology." He waved his hands through the air. "And hey, you're a proxy of the very forefront of technology. Jaegers. So maybe you know some names?"

[findyouinthedrift]

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Stefan tried -somewhat unsuccessfully- to repress a shiver as the other slid into his personal space. That wonderful voice of reason hissed don’t accept, don’t accept, don’t fucking say yes-

Which of course is why he leaned in and said with a smile, “Well, if you’re offering, I’m not going to say no.”

Goddammit.

[unit0129]

He noted the shiver, head tilting playfully as he dug another thin black cigarette from his pocket. Lighting it he turned it around, swiftly twirling it through his fingers before leaning forwards and placing it against Stefan's mouth. "Well then say yes, pilot. And then I've got some things I wanna discuss with you."

[findyouinthedrift]

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There was a twinge of irritation at having smoke blown in his direction, followed by the guilty and somewhat irrational impulse to take the cigarette from the other and take a drag.

"Well, it’s good to know that I still have enough self preservation skills to avoid an imminent death," replied Stefan, smile playing on his lips, "even if I was being completely honest."

[unit0129]

"Oh, really~?" He drifted across and somewhat subtly slid into Stefan's personal space, pulling with him a hazy cloud of smoke. "Then I suppose I should offer you a cigarette, Bear Grylls." He blew smoke at Stefan again.