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ooc: sorry I haven’t been here today. I’ve been stressed the fuck out all day over various things, and right now I don’t have the energy to be here. I’ll try to be here tomorrow perhaps, but for now catch me over on my multi or on discord. 

multi: @glittergcld discord: glittergcld#1377

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“i like dogs”

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Bryan Dechart, actor/photographer. Most recently of ABC Family's Jane by Design (with previous subject Erica Dasher).

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@deviantleader

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Pleasantly surprised that I was able to do this edit on my phone

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cordiibus:

There was .. a lot happening and a lot that had happened. Not that it was any of Shuni’s concern to say the least. They were much more busy with their own financial growth than to worry over some .. war of sorts. Was it a war ? Or a revolution ? There was a difference. Regardless, new missions came and that was Shuni’s job to make sure they are accomplished. Nothing was supposed to get in their way on each job, not even a war. But its been a while since that has happened – though honestly they weren’t sure either. Lost in their own world, oblivious to the one around them. It was how they lived. 

Shuni stood in a area, looking over a group of… androids. To say they felt uncomfortable wasn’t true. Shuni shared … similarities of those hunk of metals. Except they were human to begin with, just a few advancements placed on them. What was the mission again ? What were they supposed to steal ? They turned when someone spoke out, not startled simply seeing who it was. Another android… great. “ No one. ” they called out, keeping their hood up and kept somewhat hidden, though by their voice – they have taken a masculine form again.  

Seeing the form before him, even when they turned Connor wasn’t able to see the face of whoever it was that was spying on them all. Now to say that this person was spying wasn’t exactly a fair assumption on his part... but it was only natural to think so and be on alert after all that had occurred. No that Connor panicked, of course.. simply watched as the shrouded figure appeared to turn their attention to him, analyzing the situation and waiting for a chance to act. 

“If there is no one here, then who might you be?” the answer didn’t make any sense to him.... clearly there was somebody there, and honestly all it did was make Connor’s awareness of everything the other did more prominent. If Shuni was looking to fly under the radar by speaking in such a manner to the android... he wasn’t really doing a good job at it so far. Right about now Connor wanted nothing more than to continue and pressure the other, to keep pressing for answers... but that would do him no good. Instead he left a decent amount of space between them, merely watching for the time being to see what the reaction would be.

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Detroit agent

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egyptiandeathgod:

RK080 A.N.U.B.I.S

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|| Android detected ||

The canine swiveled his head in an unnaturally smooth transition of attention span.

|| Identify your self ||

The LED on the K9_DROIDs head flickered blue, signalling that calibration is currently in progress. He’d just been brought in to the Detroit Police department.

It made sense to Connor that they would eventually make an android in the shape of a dog... after all they could have sex workers and children, why not add in canines to the mix? The chances of them being incredibly useful were high enough that Connor didn’t have any open complaints against them, and quite frankly even if he did have an issue with them it wasn’t up to him to actually say anything against them to begin with. He was simply here to do his job, and that was all there was to it. 

Though admittedly he was a touch surprised when the canine demanded him to identify himself. “I am Connor, model RK800,” keeping his introduction short and sweet, his own LED blinking for a moment in order to confirm his identity, “Who are you being assigned to?”

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“Do you support OCs × canon characters” buddy 30% of my conscious mental activity is devoted to that very topic

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Connor was a deviant from the moment he saved that floppy little fish, he just happaned to love his job so much that noone noticed.

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connor + going full john wick for @arlathahn

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heartchosen:

“And it’s such a refreshing thought. Before I had thought that I had to hide what I was or risk being taken away and… and killed.” She glanced away, the mere thought of her demise sending a chill down her spine. Death was something she hadn’t previously thought of, but now that she was free? Now death was something that was on the forefront of her mind, something that could be lurking around the next corner.

“I don’t want to do it alone if I don’t have to. I want to take any and all help that’s offered to me so I don’t crumble and fall apart.”

Through her words, Connor remained understanding... though hearing it from another caused a sense of turmoil in him. To know that he had once been tracking people like her down, in their state of fear ... it wasn’t something he had come to terms with just yet. It was a still a part of his programming, still something that he was very aware that was still a part of him... it was just a part of him that he no longer had to obey by. 

Keeping his hand at her bicep at the spoke, “We will not let you crumble... and even if you do we will help you stand back up. That is what we are all here for. We support one another... we will be here for you... I will be here for you.” 

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goddamnitconnor:

Despite not giving an exact time of the meeting, Hank knows he’ll arrive before Connor. In fact, he makes sure he gets to the bar early enough that he has a few good drinks in him before the android shows up. Despite everything that’s changed since the rebellion, many places still do their best to dissuade androids from entering—this place happens to be one of them. Hank doesn’t give a shit. He’ll fight every last ignorant fuck in there if he has to.

Maybe he’s had one too many.

He can’t help it—he smiles ( the left side of his mouth pulled much farther up than the right to skew the expression ) when Connor settles in so casually. So comfortably. He remembers the first time they met, way back in that very bar, and how stiff the android was. Despite all his programming and ‘integration’ features, nothing adapted him to being around humans like actually being around a human. If there’s one thing Hank can be proud of, it’s that confident ease he sees in Connor.

“Ah, y’know. Same shit, different day.” Really, his day-to-day routines vary very little and he’s grown restless. He’s sure Connor is eager to know why he’s suddenly been summoned, though, and Hank isn’t much for small talk even with a friend.

“I’m thinkin’ about leaving Detroit.” He never thought he’d say it—but this place feels tired, now. “Maybe find somewhere a little quieter out in the country.”

Did Connor know that this was still a bar that tried to keep androids from entering? Yes he did. Did that mean he really cared or followed by the precautions laid out for him to see? No not really. The first time he had found Hank here, he had simply been following protocol and the orders that he had been given... now? Well he was still following a request, he supposed. He wondered if Hank had chosen this place to meet purely to spite the owners of if they served good drinks. Perhaps both, played a part. 

Regardless, Connor easily ignored the looks that he was getting, ignored the words that he could easily hear being murmured, focusing his attention on his friend. Though soon enough that smile of his was replaced by a look of utter surprise. Brows lifting and his mouth parting just enough to be noticed, he moved to sit up a bit straighter as he attempted to process this sudden change. 

“Leaving?” alright so maybe he wasn’t doing the best job in processing this. Looking away, his eyes sought out something for him to focus on as he thought this through, and while he knew that logically it may be safer for him in the country... it worried Connor. 

“Are you going to find a place outside of Detroit then?” which was his way of asking if Hank planned on going far, looking to him with an expression of confusion.

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Markus: WE BUILT THIS CITY

Connor: …

Markus: WE BUILT THIS CITY ON ROCK AND ROLL

Connor: I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.

Markus: SAY YOU DON’T KNOW ME-

Connor, North and Jericho: MARKUS.

Markus: (has a wicked jam session instead of actually talking to the group of androids)

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deviantleader:

PLAYING  PIANO  IS  HIS  ESCAPE.  It’s  his  way  of  keeping  grounded.  In  another  life  painting  could  have  been  another  way  to  unwind. Now  that  Carl  is  gone  though  the  will  to  pick  up  a  paint  brush  has  left  him. His  muse  is  not  of  this  world  anymore  and  the  man  is  the  one  that  gave  him  the  inspiration  to  put  aside  his  programming  to  lay  creativity  to  canvas.  Here  he  sits  with  his  piano  as  its  the  only  thing  he  can  cling  to  to  remind  him  of  a  past  life  that  he  cherishes. 

When  he  hears  Connor’s  voice,  Markus  stops  playing  to  look  and  smile  softly  at  him.  “Thank  you,  Connor.  It  was  honestly  in  my  programming,  but  only  because  Car….”  He  stops  as  it  is  still  difficult  to  say  his  name.  There  are  far  too  many  emotions  try  to  surface.  “The  man  I  took  care  of  loved  to  hear  music  live.  More  on  the  classical  side  of  things  and  he  encouraged  me  to  be  my  own  person.” 

Hands  hover  over  the  keys  as  his  gaze  goes  back  to  the  piano  to  keep  his  emotions  under wraps.  “It’s  just  something  I  know,”  he  states  only  to  begin  pressing  a  few  keys  lightly  wishing  he  could  play  for  Carl  one  more  time.

The moment Markus stopped playing, Connor found himself almost regretful of the fact, though soon enough his attention was consumed by the man that had been playing anyways. Sensing that there was a deep connection between Markus and the man he had previously cared for, Connor wondered just what had happened to bring him to this place, to this position of power where everybody looked to him for guidance. Though there was one particular thing that Markus said that caught Connor’s attention... and truthfully it confounded him. 

“He ... encouraged you to be deviant?” the idea of that alone was enough to once again make Connor rethink his stance on matters... though he did find himself realizing that his choice of words might come across poorly... though he couldn’t think of another way to phrase it.

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The news was on - and she was watching. At least - till the doors opened - then TV volume decreased to barely audible and her eyes defocused from it. 

She turned her head from her still position once he stepped out of the elevator - currently in a plain Android uniform with her model type and name on the left side as per usual.  ST 300. Laurel. 

“Hello. Do you have authorization to be on this floor?” She stood from her seat and the PT200 blinked and watched him from his post. 

The news certainly wasn’t anything short of fire and brimstone, talks of all the deviancy that has been occurring around the city that Connor was tasked to stop. Though the moment he had declared the most recent scene to be one caused by another android becoming deviant, they had to make quick work to make it down to where they took the dead body... or at least Connor did, leaving Hank to continue and observe the crime scene and try to speak with any neighbors that could allow for any leads once they realized the android was no longer in the area. 

Looking to the other that spoke the moment that he walked through the doors, Connor nodded, though he refrained from sending her his verification for the time being. “My name is Connor, I have been sent by Cyber Life to inspect a body that you have in your possession,” he spoke clearly and professionally, dark eyes unwavering as his LED at his temple finally blinked, sending his authorization to her.