Artificial and Given Life

Even Lady Wily needs help sometimes. I am her personal assistant and second. I have authority over all of you. Only she has authority over me. ((Independent RP blog for ProtoAU Fem!WilyBot/Clone. I know it sounds confusing.))

[rpmememaker]

Take advantage of my muse. Touch them, tease them, turn them on. This is my permission to do whatever you want to them, regardless of our muses' current relationship, and see how my muse reacts.

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

ಠ_ಠ ((AnY AU at all Gosh let's break Cale's heart a little why not))

[[LET’S KEEP IT VAGUE AND MYSTERIOUS BECAUSE I LIKE SURPRISES.]]

He didn’t know why he’d come here. Cale was just… wandering, trying to clear his head. The multiverse he was familiar with had been so loud and chaotic, only the respite of a new world seemed possible.

…but it was just his luck to find a world so like those he already knew. Perhaps it WAS, now that he thought about it. It felt too familiar not to be.

[wilyfromthemachine]

It was the City- a City- one of many he’d seen and visited and heard of. The streets were quiet, uncommonly so. Sure other Cities had little foot traffic, but then there were at least Sniper roaming the streets. Keeping ‘order’ and all. 

No, there was nothing here. Nothing for a long while, until— 

"Ah." It was a soft voice, far away. Quiet, weak, small, and yet even, holding no emotion. 

When he turned he saw her- Andrea, broken, her face scarred with a W, the synthetic skin peeled back and cauterized to show the mechanical workings underneath. Her arm was stripped of all skin, and her eyes glowed unnaturally, even brighter than they ever had before. 

"Caleb. You died. I suppose this is another malfunction." 

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

Empty. so empty. Maybe that was what he was looking for, a space away from everything.

Yet it was… unsettling. He hadn’t seen anyone since he got here, not even the drones and—

Oh god.

Cale almost didn’t recognize her, so much mangled flesh and steel. He rushed over, kneeling beside Andea’s broken form. How long had she just been sitting here like this? Why hadn’t her Lady repaired her?

"N-no, I’m here Andrea…" he reached out to her, but hesitated.

[wilyfromthemachine]

"Caleb," she repeated. Her eyes went unfocused for a moment, the lenses inside whirring loudly. They focused on him again. "... Ah." 

Slowly, she stood, legs seemingly weak. "You always say that. I do not know if I should believe you or not." 

She seemed damaged, but functional. Now on her feet, she easily brushed past him. 

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

✖ ((-Cackles-))

Reprogrammed AU

It’d been quite some time since Wily bartered Rock off to another world. Though the Light-bots were virtually outdated after the trade (now that Wily had the specs for a reploid to work with), there was something sentimental about still having Light’s boys to hold over the old man’s head. Cale’s subsequent capture and fine tuning went smoothly, better even than his predecessors’ had. It was a lot like having Rock again when he was shiny and new, only this time Wily wouldn’t make the same mistakes that lead to practically ruining DLN 001 and forced him to wipe the older machine. This time he wouldn’t let the quirks live, he’d stamp them out and make what he’d always intended to.

The irony of the situation was lost on Cale. She was a foreigner, a diplomat from another world, and little more than a stranger to him. Wily she was ‘technically’ a guest to their universe, she was not allowed to roam outside of the tower. And finding her well on her way toward the main doors… well that just wouldn’t do.

"Andrea, you know better than to wander without escort." 

[wilyfromthemachine]

Her eyes were firm, hard, cold. She tilted her chin up just a little and her lips thinned into a slow, fake smile. As if she didn’t quite know how to do it right. 

"Ah. Caleb, that sounds a like a marvelous suggestion. I would hate to get lost again." 

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

Nice of her to play along, though he almost wished she hadn’t. “I’ll show you the way then.” 

He turns from her stiffly, hands tucked neatly behind his back. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.”

[wilyfromthemachine]

"I am sure I will." She looked him up and down slowly. "Do you go to the gardens often, Caleb?" she asked lightly. "Or ah- what are your duties normally?"

[wilyfromthemachine]

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ [as if I haven't tormented her enough for one day]

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

"No!" she cried, and grabbed at the metal, then yowled- her hands came away burnt. "You— you bastard!" 

[wilyfromthemachine]

"Sold," she repeated softly. "Collection. Humans…" She shook her head and pulled her hands away. "Shall you take me, then? … What is your name?" 

She grinned. “I understand if you do not wish to reveal your True Name, but ah, what can I do now?” 

[a-fading-light-archive]

He gives a somber nod. “Yeah, it ain’t pleasant business but…” it was reality. At her question, he raises a brow.

"It’s… Rock. What do you go by?"

[wilyfromthemachine]

"You may call me Andrea, I am vassal to the Great Fae Wily." She paused to sigh. "She will not be happy about this."

[a-fading-light-archive]

✖

[[Have a Maverick]]

It wasn’t really Andrea’s fault he lashed out at her initially. His programming was so skewed and broken it occasionally caused him to enact old protocols— despite the fact his master was long dead. One such protocol she might have been familiar with, considering her previous visits to the tower.

Of course the broken lines of code made things all the more perplexing to him when she tried to escape. There were parts of him that wanted to shoot her on sight, and parts that still vaguely recalled the tentative relationship they once had. It was only by a stroke of luck in his glitching head that he decided not to fire at her, and in a brief moment of clarity, posed a question instead. “Where are you going?” It was… more confused than angry, for the moment. 

[wilyfromthemachine]

"Rock?" Her voice went low, lost the frantic edge. Seeing him lose it was… sobering. After a moment, her face evens out and her ton stabilizes into the cool, emotionless monotone that she usually spoke in. 

"Rock. Pull yourself together." 

[a-fading-light-archive]

"I-I hurt you." Again. He’d promised himself he’d never do it again and— and— "I tore off your fuckin’ arm. How can you be calm about this?!” 

[wilyfromthemachine]

"It can be reattached," she said simply. "My Lady has done worse to me. Now snap out of it. What is wrong with you?!" 

[wilyfromthemachine]

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ [as if I haven't tormented her enough for one day]

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

"No!" she cried, and grabbed at the metal, then yowled- her hands came away burnt. "You— you bastard!" 

[wilyfromthemachine]

"Ah." 

She reaches out to him, fingers lightly playing over his own collar, hard eyes examining the runes and markings on it. Her lips thin. “An interesting spell for a human. I have seen such wards before…”

She lets that hang in the air as she watches him, as if her eyes were two daggers digging in to him. “Your master?” She tilts her head. “Them?”

[a-fading-light-archive]

"…you have?" 

Right, she’s a fae, they almost always know more than they let on. Rock sighs, rubbing his throat

"My master is… one of those in the business of collecting," he mutteres with a shake of the head. "Those of us he doesn’t keep for himself are sold."

[wilyfromthemachine]

"Sold," she repeated softly. "Collection. Humans..." She shook her head and pulled her hands away. "Shall you take me, then? ... What is your name?" 

She grinned. "I understand if you do not wish to reveal your True Name, but ah, what can I do now?" 

[fillingboxes]

Send me a song lyric that you think describes our muses' relationship with one another.

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

ಠ_ಠ ((AnY AU at all Gosh let's break Cale's heart a little why not))

[[LET’S KEEP IT VAGUE AND MYSTERIOUS BECAUSE I LIKE SURPRISES.]]

He didn’t know why he’d come here. Cale was just… wandering, trying to clear his head. The multiverse he was familiar with had been so loud and chaotic, only the respite of a new world seemed possible.

…but it was just his luck to find a world so like those he already knew. Perhaps it WAS, now that he thought about it. It felt too familiar not to be.

[wilyfromthemachine]

It was the City- a City- one of many he'd seen and visited and heard of. The streets were quiet, uncommonly so. Sure other Cities had little foot traffic, but then there were at least Sniper roaming the streets. Keeping 'order' and all. 

No, there was nothing here. Nothing for a long while, until-- 

"Ah." It was a soft voice, far away. Quiet, weak, small, and yet even, holding no emotion. 

When he turned he saw her- Andrea, broken, her face scarred with a W, the synthetic skin peeled back and cauterized to show the mechanical workings underneath. Her arm was stripped of all skin, and her eyes glowed unnaturally, even brighter than they ever had before. 

"Caleb. You died. I suppose this is another malfunction." 

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

✖ ((-Cackles-))

Reprogrammed AU

It’d been quite some time since Wily bartered Rock off to another world. Though the Light-bots were virtually outdated after the trade (now that Wily had the specs for a reploid to work with), there was something sentimental about still having Light’s boys to hold over the old man’s head. Cale’s subsequent capture and fine tuning went smoothly, better even than his predecessors’ had. It was a lot like having Rock again when he was shiny and new, only this time Wily wouldn’t make the same mistakes that lead to practically ruining DLN 001 and forced him to wipe the older machine. This time he wouldn’t let the quirks live, he’d stamp them out and make what he’d always intended to.

The irony of the situation was lost on Cale. She was a foreigner, a diplomat from another world, and little more than a stranger to him. Wily she was ‘technically’ a guest to their universe, she was not allowed to roam outside of the tower. And finding her well on her way toward the main doors… well that just wouldn’t do.

"Andrea, you know better than to wander without escort." 

[wilyfromthemachine]

"I heard there were gardens?" she guessed. She hadn’t really, but hopefully this Wily was a little ostentatious. "Or, perhaps that was another world- I could have sworn it was this one. I travel so often, you see, it can be hard to tell them apart."

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

A lucky guess, although he didn’t look entirely convinced. “Right. You’re looking to go to the courtyard then, which is that way.” He pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Perhaps I should escort you to prevent any further confusion.” It wasn’t a suggestion. 

[wilyfromthemachine]

Her eyes were firm, hard, cold. She tilted her chin up just a little and her lips thinned into a slow, fake smile. As if she didn't quite know how to do it right. 

"Ah. Caleb, that sounds a like a marvelous suggestion. I would hate to get lost again." 

[a-fading-light-archive]

✖

[[Have a Maverick]]

It wasn’t really Andrea’s fault he lashed out at her initially. His programming was so skewed and broken it occasionally caused him to enact old protocols— despite the fact his master was long dead. One such protocol she might have been familiar with, considering her previous visits to the tower.

Of course the broken lines of code made things all the more perplexing to him when she tried to escape. There were parts of him that wanted to shoot her on sight, and parts that still vaguely recalled the tentative relationship they once had. It was only by a stroke of luck in his glitching head that he decided not to fire at her, and in a brief moment of clarity, posed a question instead. “Where are you going?” It was… more confused than angry, for the moment. 

[wilyfromthemachine]

Andrea gasped softly and took a step away, her eyes widening in what seemed like fear. “Rock?” she whispered. “R-Rock, what’s wrong with you?”

She grit her teeth and grabbed his wrist, yanking a singular hand away. “ROCK! Stop it! Speak to me!”

[a-fading-light-archive]

That got his attention, the unhindered hand loosening its grip on his head. Slowly, he drooped the arm she wasn’t holding to his side and just kind of… stared at her, like she wasn’t real. 

None of those was real. It shouldn’t be— couldn’t be. But it was, wasn’t it? He could smell the bitter scent of coolant in the air, feel her synthetic skin against his…

"I…" oh god, oh god oh god he did that. He pulled away from her, flickering optics searching needily for some sign. “No no no no no no…”

[wilyfromthemachine]

"Rock?" Her voice went low, lost the frantic edge. Seeing him lose it was... sobering. After a moment, her face evens out and her ton stabilizes into the cool, emotionless monotone that she usually spoke in. 

"Rock. Pull yourself together." 

[the-first-trophy]

ϟ

"Please, er… could you not touch that one? It’s… kinda sensitive…"

[wilyfromthemachine]

"Forgive me. I so rarely see scars up close." She withdraws her hand. "My Lady hides her own. She does not like people seeing them." 

[wilyfromthemachine]

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ [as if I haven't tormented her enough for one day]

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

"No!" she cried, and grabbed at the metal, then yowled- her hands came away burnt. "You— you bastard!" 

[a-fading-light-archive]

"…it’s fairly likely. Happens to most ‘higher end’ magical beings." Those that not only were inhuman, but could seemingly warp reality to their whims. Magic was a highly sought commodity, and with so few humans able to utilize it themselves…. 

"I can’t promise it’ll be quick. Don’t usually see a lot of your kin in these parts," and with good reason. "If you get lucky, my master will want to keep you himself. If not, we may be stuck listening to them bicker for a while. So if you plan on esca—" the sentence is cut by a sharp crackle from the werewolf’s collar and a loud yelp. 

[wilyfromthemachine]

"Ah." 

She reaches out to him, fingers lightly playing over his own collar, hard eyes examining the runes and markings on it. Her lips thin. "An interesting spell for a human. I have seen such wards before..."

She lets that hang in the air as she watches him, as if her eyes were two daggers digging in to him. "Your master?" She tilts her head. "Them?"

[wilyfromthemachine]

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ [as if I haven't tormented her enough for one day]

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

"No!" she cried, and grabbed at the metal, then yowled- her hands came away burnt. "You— you bastard!" 

[wilyfromthemachine]

She twitched in pain and yanked at her collar again, then looked to her burned, mangled hand. She took a deep, quiet breath and nodded slowly. “Fine,” she said lowly. “So now I am collared, under your control. What will you do with me now?”

[a-fading-light-archive]

"It’s my job to escort you. My kind are a dime a dozen compared to yours." And humans in this kind of business would have paid almost anything for a fae. 

"…I’m just bringing you to the drop point, after that… don’t know."

[wilyfromthemachine]

The Fae woman stared sharply at the werewolf, her hands twitching. She used to be able to call upon favors and contracts- reshape reality to escape. But now...

"You don't know." Her voice cracks. "Am I to be sold?"

[wilyfromthemachine]

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ [as if I haven't tormented her enough for one day]

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

"No!" she cried, and grabbed at the metal, then yowled- her hands came away burnt. "You— you bastard!" 

[wilyfromthemachine]

"And what is that supposed to mean you— you beast?!" the Fae hissed, her beauty dulling, the ethereal, otherworldly nature fading as she tugged at the collar even more. "Why do this?! You are controlled?! By WHOM?!"

[a-fading-light-archive]

"Beast? Really?" He would’ve laughed given the whole lycanthropy thing but today he didn’t have much of a sense of humor. "Look I’d tell you but I’d really rather not get my throat burned up again just… keep calm alright? The more you freak out the more you’re gonna hurt yourself." 

[wilyfromthemachine]

She twitched in pain and yanked at her collar again, then looked to her burned, mangled hand. She took a deep, quiet breath and nodded slowly. "Fine," she said lowly. "So now I am collared, under your control. What will you do with me now?"

[a-fading-light-archive]

✖

[[Have a Maverick]]

It wasn’t really Andrea’s fault he lashed out at her initially. His programming was so skewed and broken it occasionally caused him to enact old protocols— despite the fact his master was long dead. One such protocol she might have been familiar with, considering her previous visits to the tower.

Of course the broken lines of code made things all the more perplexing to him when she tried to escape. There were parts of him that wanted to shoot her on sight, and parts that still vaguely recalled the tentative relationship they once had. It was only by a stroke of luck in his glitching head that he decided not to fire at her, and in a brief moment of clarity, posed a question instead. “Where are you going?” It was… more confused than angry, for the moment. 

[wilyfromthemachine]

He loomed over her- as imposing and as dark and as threatening as anyone had ever been. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth grit- “You will not make ANY choice for me!” she cried. “I will not be her toy any longer- and I will not be YOUR toy either!”

[a-fading-light-archive]

"Is that what you think?!" A cold laugh. "Andrea, you don’t have the luxury to-" Rock’s voice died out in a sudden burst of static. He recoiled back from her, clawing desperately at his head. "N͏̵̵̹͚̬̗o̱͎̲͕̮̞͘͟ͅͅ ̷̝̼̠̻̣͕͇͝n͔͢͝o̶̗̳̤͍̺͙͢ ̨̱̮n̼͈̲̘o̦͚t̥̟̱͞ ̗̟̻̤͖̪͉͢͜y̴̢̛͈̱ͅe̩̟t̛̤͓̻̥̼͖̤͙̦͟!" Don’t leave DON’T LEAVE, IT’S SO CLEAR WHEN IT’S LIKE THIS.

[wilyfromthemachine]

Andrea gasped softly and took a step away, her eyes widening in what seemed like fear. "Rock?" she whispered. "R-Rock, what's wrong with you?"

She grit her teeth and grabbed his wrist, yanking a singular hand away. "ROCK! Stop it! Speak to me!"

[wilyfromthemachine]

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ [as if I haven't tormented her enough for one day]

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

"No!" she cried, and grabbed at the metal, then yowled- her hands came away burnt. "You— you bastard!" 

[a-fading-light-archive]

"Listen Lady, I don’t like this any more than you do," he indicated his own rune covered collar.  

"…but it goes a lot smoother if you don’t fight the current, you know what I mean?" It wasn’t that he didn’t empathize with her, but that he was much too tired to extend her any shred of comfort or help. 

"…if you’re real lucky none of this will last."

[wilyfromthemachine]

"And what is that supposed to mean you-- you beast?!" the Fae hissed, her beauty dulling, the ethereal, otherworldly nature fading as she tugged at the collar even more. "Why do this?! You are controlled?! By WHOM?!"

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

✖ ((-Cackles-))

Reprogrammed AU

It’d been quite some time since Wily bartered Rock off to another world. Though the Light-bots were virtually outdated after the trade (now that Wily had the specs for a reploid to work with), there was something sentimental about still having Light’s boys to hold over the old man’s head. Cale’s subsequent capture and fine tuning went smoothly, better even than his predecessors’ had. It was a lot like having Rock again when he was shiny and new, only this time Wily wouldn’t make the same mistakes that lead to practically ruining DLN 001 and forced him to wipe the older machine. This time he wouldn’t let the quirks live, he’d stamp them out and make what he’d always intended to.

The irony of the situation was lost on Cale. She was a foreigner, a diplomat from another world, and little more than a stranger to him. Wily she was ‘technically’ a guest to their universe, she was not allowed to roam outside of the tower. And finding her well on her way toward the main doors… well that just wouldn’t do.

"Andrea, you know better than to wander without escort." 

[wilyfromthemachine]

Andrea’s hand twitched. The order from her mistress was explore- examine- report back with findings. She could explore only so much of the tower, and examining the systems were all well and good, but there was on;y so much she could do without being caught.

And now she was caught, it seemed. With a sigh, she turned to him. “Ah. Yes. Forgive me. I was merely lost, Caleb.” 

[a-faded-copy-archive-blog]

"Mhmm." It was a skeptical noise, but he obviously wasn’t interested in arguing her guilt. They both knew what she was doing, and now it was a matter of playing the game.

"And where were you trying to get to?"

[wilyfromthemachine]

"I heard there were gardens?" she guessed. She hadn't really, but hopefully this Wily was a little ostentatious. "Or, perhaps that was another world- I could have sworn it was this one. I travel so often, you see, it can be hard to tell them apart."