MOVED.

MOVED.

[vitrumbra-a]

i think!! i'm going to either remake this blog or at least so a follower cleanup! so!!

LIKE THIS to either be followed on the new blog OR to make sure i don't unfollow you if I just do a cleanup

[vitrumbra-a]

i think!! i'm going to either remake this blog or at least so a follower cleanup! so!!

LIKE THIS to either be followed on the new blog OR to make sure i don't unfollow you if I just do a cleanup

[vitrumbra-a]

moving to a new blog but i will be continuing threads and answering some asks <3

[vitrumbra-a]

i think!! i'm going to either remake this blog or at least so a follower cleanup! so!!

LIKE THIS to either be followed on the new blog OR to make sure i don't unfollow you if I just do a cleanup

[vitrumbra-a]

on a more serious note in regards to taro's mimicking--it does make me a little insane that aside from the whole manipulating light thing; one of the most 'advanced' parts about taro is their memory, storage, and adaption. if taro ever says "i don't remember" they are lying, they remember everything--so long as it isn't deleted straight from their code--and it's all stored in a way that someone looking in to their code could easily sift through. yes it's still complicated, but it's readable on most computer systems. they're like a mobile storage system--with each thing being divided into categories. people, things, sounds, animals, projects, teams, organizations, etc. divided up like a file cabinet that's more than terabytes large.

[sp4rtoisa]

HI, I'M STAR-LORD... I'M WITH THE GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY. I'D FLASH YOU MY BUSINESS CARD BUT MY HANDS ARE TOO FULL OF GUNS. * private and extremely selective peter jason quill ' star-lord ' of marvel lore. portrayal follows comics and marvel rivals, with very faint traces of mcu. very slowly written by eli! minors dni.

[belayadeaths-deactivated2025061]

UNSURE OF WHETHER TO BE OFFENDED OR LAUGH AT THEIR QUESTION, BIANCA MERELY KEPT QUIET, her gaze flickered up to a clock nailed overhead one of the doors. HE WAS TAKING HIS SWEET TIME. ʽʽ I am not here that often. ʼʼ Brief and surly, though perhaps there was some truth to their words. Bianca had been there more often than intended as of recently, and the notion began to gnaw at her in the base of her skull.

              ʽʽ No one likes getting their head cut open. ʼʼ Immediately she realized she'd bitten back at Taro a tad sharper than she'd have wished. ʽʽ I'm... Sick. The Doctor is helping me. ʼʼ

[vitrumbra-a]

a little huh exited their voice box. sure, not that often. they weren't sure about that. taro wasn't here all that often either--at least most the time they weren't visibly here. they liked sneaking around, as much as they're able to before someone notices--which it was less sinister noticing and more cy-cat noticing. can't hide from a cat, they guessed.

" is he helping? " they weren't sure if they had noticed any significant change at all. not enough to equivocate going to sinister that often. though they also weren't in her head--maybe if they were, they could tell a difference.

" what are you sick with. i don't go here because i'm sick, but i also don't think i can get sick. "

[vitrumbra-a]

remembering how originally taro's marvel verse had them made by kree and i'm just. laying on the floor. been reading comics and like, you know that's still possible.

[vitrumbra-a]

eventually if they asked enough questions, she would answer at least one. taro was perched on a nearby table--not a metal one, they weren't here to get cut open again--with their arms crossed over their chest. frankly they weren't sure why anyone would volunteer for this, wasn't that traumatizing? people got traumatized from this kinda thing, usually. maybe they should ask her about trauma.

" we just happen to be here at the same time. i think you're here more than i am. i'm just here to ask sinister questions and watch what he's doing. "

taro shrugged a little.

" why are you here? do you just like getting your head cut open? "

@belayadeaths // cont.

[vitrumbra-a]

pov taro is asking you four billion questions and you're like "oh well they have to take a breath between asking questions at some point right" WRONG. they're a fricken ROBOT, they don't BREATHE.

[symbilock]

Omen had many talents, and one of them was continuing to maintain their long adored spider form. It was a lot easier to read over papers when you were small. Murieall was eating more of Taro's supplied food in the corner.

"I am not familiar with the instruments of this world's technology. It is difficult to find if the DNA alterations, though temporary, might cause long term affects."

"I still a person ye?"

"No."

Murieall chokes on her food, just watching the odd spider symbiote turn around.

"That was a joke."

They turn back to Taro. "Are you certain your caretaker will not notice the increase in sustenance consumed while we are hiding here?"

@vitrumbra

[vitrumbra-a]

they watched, smiling a little as they watched the two interact. they were sure their guardian would be okay with all this. it wasn't like they were doing anything more than eating food. food that taro either ate sometimes...or completely ignored because they never actually had to eat. plus he was never around for long enough to eat anything that was actually in the fridge. worst came to worst, taro could just steal some more food ... or steal ray's debit card.

" no, no it's fine. even if he notices, it's not like he's going to do anything about it. "

they let out a low laugh. what were they going to do, abandon them? throw them to the wayside? they would be fine whether he did that or not.

" do you want to eat anything else? "

[symbilock]

"We have not had such democratic fortune with villainy. Yet we stood in their steps in some eyes."

"I think yer cute Taro." Muri stubbornly comments, not seemingly even part of the actual topic of conversation.

"Did you at least gain advantageous insight into these individuals?"

Information was valuable. Information honed skills, exposed weaknesses. Key components for survival. Perhaps Taro was so brazen with inquiry that it baffled enemies, like when a mouse walked up to a lion to ask directions.

[vitrumbra-a]

" maybe you just haven't matched their energy enough. if you match those kind of peoples' energies, then they're more likely to talk to you and answer your questions. or if you just ask them enough questions they always cave at least a little bit. "

sometimes it was just manipulation. sometimes you just had to change yourself so much depending on the person that it just made them admit to things that they otherwise wouldn't.

" ...plus i'm kinda small and people don't expect me to be strong. but i'm not cute. "

" yes. i learn a lot from asking people lots of questions. it helps a lot to understand their psychology, and if necessary, use that against them. " they pause.

" though usually i don't think taking them down is really necessary. "

[vitrumbra-a]

nami's laptop is in the shop for 2 days so!!!!! activity will be spotty.

[panhelleniios]

@vitrumbra — short starter call (for taro!)

“You are surprisingly dense, little one.”

The apparent density and weight of any person is not an issue for Hercules — even as he helps them up from the ground. 

Though perhaps he should think about his wording.

[vitrumbra-a]

" ...yeah. i'm kinda made of rocks. full of liquid. and that's pretty heavy. " they let out an awkward sort of laugh. they didn't exactly like needing help up, but sometimes they guessed it was just like that.

" though i don't think i'd use 'dense' as the word. maybe heavy? i dunno. do you need any help? "

[amischiefofmuses]

Most 'strays' tended to err on the side of caution, he was used to that, but he had to admit that their seeming disinterest is a new one to him. Even if they've met other mutants, kids often would get attached quickly, seeking somewhere safe - he can only imagine what happened to them for them to be this comfortable with dismissing what he has to say. Not trusting him, he imagines. Smart, if only because trusting any stranger is a risk. -- ❝Sorry to hear about that-❞ Cable murmurs, noting to himself the way they don't seem all too broken up about that fact. Maybe they're disowned, or a runaway, either makes sense. There's a moment where he considers just how much he wants to tell this random child but- ultimately, he can't imagine there'd be much harm. Even if they do end up going to the mansion, it isn't as though his abilities are a secret. -- ❝Telepathy and telekinesis- bit more column B than column A.❞ Not that he's not capable with BOTH but one is certainly more powerful than the other, stronger in the way a regularly trained muscle might be. ❝You wanting a demonstration or something for me to prove myself- that gonna convince you to hear me out..?❞

[vitrumbra-a]

" you don't need to be sorry. i never had parents in the first place, so there's nothing to be sorry for. "

maybe letting on a little more information than they would otherwise would. maybe it was just to see his reaction. how many hints could they put in before someone like this guy caught on to what they were. then again, they did just lie about the whole mutant thing, and adults really didn't always consider children open to constant lying.

they squinted a little. they were tempted to ask about him demonstrating the telekinesis, they didn't have a mind so it wasn't really worth trying for the telepathy. that would just be dumb.

" you can show the telekinesis. why do you have more telekinesis than telepathy. were you just born with one stronger than the other or is it another reason. and why are your insides so messed up if you're just a tele-kinda-guy. "

...maybe they were just taking this opportunity of 'getting them to hear him out' by asking him a bunch of questions. probably. ...definitely.

[plasticsouled]

"I think as I have always thought, but at a much faster speed and in a far more advanced way than any normal human could. I consume information at once... I process data in milliseconds... I can see and comprehend every little thing going on in this factory at a single moment..."

Harley paused, letting out a hum. "So I suppose 'differently' is the answer to your question... no... BETTER. My brain functions better than it used to -- better than humans usually think."

The eye on the screen seemed more or less stagnant, but one of the cameras zoomed in on the kid's hand as they removed a glove. How interesting... that was definitely not normal. And any question about them being human was quickly answered by what they said last.

"You do not have a brain? Fascinating. Tell me, then, how do these 'databases' that you possess work? How is it you are walking and talking, without a brain within that skull of yours?"

[vitrumbra-a]

some people though faster than others. it wouldn't be the first time they noticed someone had a faster reaction speed, or just over all had some kind of quick response to things. though comprehending information--processing it in a matter of seconds--that was more of what they were familiar with. they couldn't imagine thinking as slow as a person. as not being able to calculate hundreds of possibilities in moments, not being able to see everything and know how to respond. though they guessed that second part was specialized to them. not every robot could see through walls, unfortunately.

" oh! that makes sense. i agree on the better. humans think too slowly. even the faster thinking ones. "

they let out a low laugh. they liked when this happened, it was their favourite. exchanging information for other information. a back and forth of questions! it was the easiest way to gain information--aside from someone just answering their questions normally. in this case, they got to see how someone thought, what they focused on, what they think was 'important' as a question.

" well i don't have a skull, either. i don't think saying i have 'bones' would be accurate. all of my processing happens in my circuitry. which is not in my head. that would be stupid, the head is such an easy target. "

it definitely didn't mean they were going to say where it was. though to them it was somewhat obvious. didn't mean they were going to spoil the surprise. they liked when people were left guessing.

" my databases are like a library. a bunch of documents in specific folders, or shelves. able to be taken from at any time. i'm talking through a voice box and i'm walking through my pieces being connected to my circuitboards. "

[amischiefofmuses]

-- ❝Mhm! Very pretty!❞ There was much for the boy to learn about regarding others with mutations, he'd come to embrace them with gusto having grown up among mutants who had no choice but to be as they are - not everyone might appreciate it, but he was glad they seem to do so.

Glancing around the two of them, he made sure the coast was clear for a moment before taking their hand and starting to head toward the nearest entrance to the sewer, his entire body language alert like an animal watching for predators. Not all Humans were bad, he knew that, but enough of them were to not want to allow himself to be seen. -- ❝Oh! You can hide us? You have other powers?❞ He questioned quietly, throwing a glance toward them with brows raised. ❝Leech can stop others abilities, it's not all that useful- but he also has tele- tela-❞ A pause, his face screwed up as he tried to work the word around in his brain but it's just not happening. -- ❝He can also move things by thinking about it, small things.❞ Certainly the more useful of the two, countless times it was the only reason they managed to get money to buy food. Leading them to the entrance, he finally lets go of their hand and climbs down, waiting patiently at the bottom for them to follow. ❝It's safe, you can follow Leech!❞ He called up to them, hoping quietly to himself that Callisto wouldn't be too annoyed that he was bringing a stranger into their little sanctuary,figuring they're a mutant after all.

[vitrumbra-a]

" ...thanks...! " taro watches leech. he was silly...and also super nice. they wondered how old he was, it couldn't be that old. certainly not older than them. if they could feel, they'd certainly feel bad for lying about the mutant thing. people couldn't tell the difference anyway, they still got confused for a mutant on the daily so it wasn't like it was hurting anything--right?

a little nod as a reply to their question, then intently listening to his apparent powers. two things? those were neat. they wondered how powerful he was, or if he'd get stronger. how that would work. they didn't know if they would classify their powers as 'a bunch' of different powers...or just one with a lot of versatility.

" that's cool...! can you stop anyone's powers...? or just mutants. " they were curious, but they were also slightly concerned. could he stop their powers? they were built into them, a part of them. they were their powers, in a way--that's what came with being a machine.

" telekinesis? that's awesome...!! i wish i could do something like that mm...i can kinda refract things across space- move things really fast. but can't really do something like move it like telepathy or anything, haha. "

they followed close beside leech, keeping a loose hold of his hand in case--and eventually when--he let go to enter. the entrance was...interesting. it was all sort of interesting. not that it was probably good that mutants seemed to living in the sewers--that seemed wrong in many ways despite them not being able to feel if it was wrong or not.

" it seems nice? have you always been down here? "