RK700
First working Connor released into the streets with limited programming and no objectives to see how Androids do without masters.
Adopted by Crowley and Aziraphale of Good Omens
Previously DeviateRk800
Not ship centric but may.
Temporary pinned.
Happy to multiverse
[51 was nice. At least he thought so. Patient and kind. Always willing to explain things. Letting him see the department. He liked 51.]
{💭 I think a Saint Bernard would be soft. I want to pet one. We can pet one together one day.}
[ 51 could've chosen the detached analytical approach, how the "softness" of pets' fur as a comparison metric wouldn't work like that. — But he doesn't ]
( 💭🟡; I think they're soft in their own ways. I.. hope you get to find that out for yourself one day )
[He was about to say it sounded very lonely to have to be on stand by, waiting at a police station. However the Mr Fell comment stopped him. Mr. Fell…. There was a flash of two people, a blonde and a red head standing above him, holding him. Blue blood everywhere. Could 51 see>
[ 51 registered the micro glitches of 50 channeling through his processors and let him. Assuming they were so compatible to interface mirror, he even took deliberate pauses to hover on things he found interesting that the other might as well; One seemed particularly longer ⊕
it or only 50? He wasn’t sure. He was starting to wonder if he was even real or just a virus in 51. 50 pushed the images down, unable to handle them. For a moment he was silent, then he acted as if nothing happened.]
{I think you should be able to go home with someone. Maybe>
need help…. Come back, voice. Please….”
But the Ghost shook his head.
“Don’t. It doesn’t deserve it. Doesn’t deserve help nor sympathy nor forgiveness. Its handler knew it was broken. Break it for good.”
Something was happening again. The garden became windier, shaking the tree branches as digital clouds covered the sun. He couldn’t remember this ever happening before, but there was so much he couldn’t remember. There was no place to take shelter, should rain come. Just him and >
Snake Mama tried again. They would as many times as necessary, of course.
Stroking a hand down Connor's white temple a moment, stationing to check the systems' standby vitals. — The creases in a grieving parent's face remains, but there was a glint in snake eyes now that +
intensifying. An attempt to scare the intruder, and managing to scare Connor as well. He tripped on his basket of coins, ending them rolling everywhere. Letting out a hopeless cry, the android went searching for them.
“What have I do to deserve this…. Please… someone… I…I >
@rk800_exe 🍋🗡️ Those two emojis could not be more perfect for for 50’s face in that moment. Secretly the most devilish one of them all.
Also, 50 asking 51 to tell him comic stories when he’s painting ducks. “Can you tell me the Injustice story again?”
@rk800_exe 🍋🗡️ Aw 60 freaking out and 50 absolutely loves it. He finds a way to mess with 60, and trust me, he will use it. 60 asks for a hand building something and gets a hand tossed at him. It’s one of few dark jokes 50 likes.
@rk800_exe 🍋🗡️ Sillier idea, 51 and 60 won’t stop fighting so 50 detaches his bad hand and screams “YOU BROKE MY BAD HAND! HELP! CALL MAMA!” And as soon as they’re broken up 50 pops his hand right back on. “Oops, looks like it just came off for a second. It’s all good!”
@rk800_exe 🍋🗡️ 51 talking about a body they found, 50 painting one of his rubber ducks. 50 just says “did you check between their toes for needle pricks? You can put air in someone’s blood stream that way and make it look like an accident. Should these eyes be blue or green?”