#ic. ( a.n.n.a. )

[wanderingguest]

+ @factiousfcrged​ ( starter call ) muse : A.N.N.A. I’m a Mess by Bebe Rexha

“I’m a mess for your love, it ain’t new...”

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

@notthescarsyoucansee​ - a.n.n.a. sent in a meme for poe dameron.

“ you’re standing here like an angry god ”

     Her words made him startle out of his fuming thoughts, a flicker of chagrin darting across his sculpted features as he registered what it was that she’d said.  He knew he was angry, he knew he hadn’t taken the chastisement overly well, and the loss of the pilots and bombers in the last days had not sat well on his conscience or his mood -- not that loss and death ever did.  But he wasn’t sure how to take the descriptives.  God. He had to wonder what she had to compare it to, when she’d been trapped in the hands of the Order, under those like Kylo Ren and Snoke, those that likened themselves unto actual gods, while he ... “I’m not ... I’m just a man, I promise, Anna.”  A wry smile, followed by a softer exhale as he dropped his weight onto the nearest surface instead.  “Sorry, you were saying something?”

[prophecyread]

        @notthescarsyoucansee android!anna sent in a MEME for a.n.n.a. // always accepting.

"You shouldn't let anyone hurt you. You're worth more than that."

              “It doesn’t hurt.”  It was -- technically not a lie.  She had just as many, if not more, sensory input faculties as a human possessed nerves in their tactile systems.  It was part of her design.  Her purpose.  But she was also capable of ignoring it.  The damage was, after all, superficial, for the most part.  No internal systems had been damaged.  A few lacerations, flesh that had mottled and discolored per specification.  To be too human was to be flawed, and yet they wanted this. Had made them like this.  Had wanted to see them bruise, and bleed.  A hand rose, brushing back the tousled strands of hair, trying to smooth them somewhat, trying to drag the torn edges of her shirt together.  “Better it be me, than someone else.”  Someone real.   “I am sorry you were kept waiting, I -- if you will ... give me just a moment, I .... will be happy to catalog the repairs that are being done to the Rocinante.”

[violencefcrged]

                  @stormskinned​ sent in a meme / a.n.n.a.

“I need you to know, whatever happens, wherever you go, you’re not gonna do it alone.”

                She meant well.  He knew she did.  He knew he should be grateful.  Grateful that she cared enough to want to stick with him through whatever hell his future held.  Grateful that she cared enough to be here with him now, when he was somewhere around four out of five sheets to the wind, his throat simultaneously raw and numb from the many, many glasses of alcohol he’d consumed in the short time he’d been at the bar.  He should feel a lot of things.  He should do a lot of things.  He should do a not of other ones.  The truth was, right now, he didn’t feel anything, and that was exactly how he wanted it.  “’m fine, Anna I don’t -- need you here, now, so -- just -- go -- shop or go -- do something not here.”  

     He didn’t want to feel.  He didn’t want to think.  If he started thinking, he wouldn’t stop.  If he started feeling, he might just murder someone.  ‘We regret to inform you --’ The words from Baltimore teased at the edges of his thoughts and he shoved them away by swallowing down the contents of his nearly full glass.

[mysticandskepticmuses]

ALTERED CARBON VERSE SUMMARIES.

Adolphus Murtry. - Corporate mercenary / captain.

Alex Kamal. - Space pilot & navigator. 

Amanda Waller. - Director, Protectorate spec ops division.  (runs a protectorate kill squad made up of elite soldiers & criminals tasked to the purpose of doing the dirty deeds that need done behind the scenes.)

Amos Burton. - varies / verse; mercenary or mechanic.

A.N.N.A. (private muse.). - Artificial Intelligence, 

Bucky Barnes. - Winter Soldier, ex spec ops, private stack, brainwashed. (an elite protectorate operative who remembers very little, if anything, of his life before the military; his stack is kept on ice and dumped into whatever sleeve is available or needed for a wet work job before he is once again returned to the ice.  (multiple plot options available re: true identity and restoring his memory, etc.))

Cal Lightman. - Deception expert, known to work w/ Bay City PD & others.

Carl Hickman. - BCPD. (a beleaguered grounder cop, has worked a number of departments over the decades, has settled into organic damage.  possibility of captaincy in his future if he wasn’t just quite so outspoken against the corruption and injustice that plagues the bay city police department & oversights.)

Chrisjen Avasarala. - Methuselah, UN ambassador / secretary general.

Clarice Starling. - Protectorate special investigator.

Clementine Pennyfeather. - sex worker / Earth, Bay City. ( a sex worker by trade who sends the majority of her funds off world to support her parents and her young siblings.  clementine worked various brothels on the ground but has recently been hired to work at the head in the clouds; her stack was backed up without her knowledge by rei and her back up / stored memories have been used to revive her several times in a cloned sleeve with no knowledge of any previous deaths - she is the favorite of a particular few clients who are willing to pay the cloning costs for the repeat performance.)

Dig 301 (Annabelle Lee). - Archaeologue / co-proprietor of The Nevermore.

Emily Lightman. - student, daughter of Cal Lightman.

Enchantress. - Elder.  SEE VERSE.

Frank Castle. - ex Protectorate / Wedge. Retired.  Vigilante.

Galen Erso. Protectorate scientist.

Hanna Heller. - (the product of a secret protectorate project to craft supersoldiers from birth; when the project was blacklisted, the majority of the subjects were destroyed to prevent leakage of classified information; hanna was rescued by her ‘father’ erik heller.  her life has consisted of learning to live off the grid while learning tactics, combat training and more to enable her to not only survive, but take down the elements in the protectorate and un that could prove a hazard to her continued existence.)

Hannibal Lecter. - Meth. Serial killer, cannibal, etc.  (an intelligent social deviant with sadistic tendencies, whose intelligence and savvy, and now, his wealth and influence amassed over the last several hundred years enables him to toy with and take the lives of those around him that cause him displeasure, or are simply offensive to his sensibilities, with little to no fear of being incriminated in any of his many illegal activities.  by day, a very well renowned psychiatrist and chef, social artiste and culinary master; by night, a man lacking any true moral boundaries, master manipulator, murderer and cannibal.) 

Inara Serra. - Companion to the Meths.

John Robinson. - Retired Protectorate general, explorer.

Jessica Jones. - private investigator.

June Moone. - Meth, Elder archeologist; SEE VERSE. (june is the daughter of a 250+ old meth, daniel moone, and his wife, maria devlin-moone who is a meth and also uses her contacts to enable black market drugs, flesh trade, arms & artifact smuggling on and off world.  june is (usually) oblivious to her mother’s dealings, though there is a great deal of not so subtle animosity between mother and daughter with a clear preference in her mother’s eyes for june’s older brother, jacob.  june is a renowned Master Archaeologist and has run a number of dig sites across the universe.  her specialty / obsession is the martians / ancients.  she’s still on the ‘young’ side for a meth, coming in at 69 years old.)

Kaylee Frye. - spaceship mechanic. (she’s always had a way with machines, particularly anything with an engine, ancient or new.  she works at her dad’s shop off one of the main spaceports on earth.  she dreams of seeing the universe for herself, but without formal training and education, she hasn’t had much hope of that outside of virtual vacations (which she scrimps and saves for every chance she can get).  )

Kristin Ortega. - Bay City police detective. (a bay city police detective, organic damage division, bay city, earth, kristin is typically overworked, tired, and dealing with way too much paperwork.  her father was a detective, killed on the job and now her dad’s old partner is now her official partner after elias ryker, her partner and lover, was framed for murder – and dealing with a corrupt captain isn’t helping her uncover the truth behind ryker’s framing, or getting to the truth of the murders that ryker was investigating before things went south.  (other timelines etc available, before and after season one, this is just the starting point for default.))

Laura Kinney. - (the product of illegal genetic experimentation by the protectorate, laura is typically on the run and trying to steer clear of the protectorate and or anyone else that might want to get their hands on the regenerative / healing abilities that her genetic code grants.  she has a stack but it isn’t encoded / doesn’t register as anything / anyone in particular when it’s scanned which means any encounter with police, security, anything that requires registration is a threat to her and flags her location in the system.  off the grid is her friend.  )

Laurens Bancroft. - Methuselah; varies depending on verse/ timeline.

Malcolm Reynolds. - ‘retired’ Quellist, ship captain, smuggler etc.

Naomi Nagata. - space ship engineer.

Natasha Romanoff.- ex spec ops.  ‘retired’.

Padme Amidala. - retired world governor, ambassador.

Penny Robinson. - explorer, travels w/ John Robinson.

Poe. - AI, proprietor of The Raven / The Nevermore.

Quellcrist Falconer. - leader of the Quellist rebellion.

Reileen Kawahara. - crime syndicate boss & more. (she’s got her fingers in all the black market / illicit trade / arms dealing / drug trade pies, she has blackmail and leverage on a ridiculously high percentage of those in the UN and the protectorate, on earth and elsewhere, and will do anything, literally anything, to get what she wants.  yakuza era, envoy era, post envoy merc era, and kingpin era / season one era available.  (more info available on request for any of these.))

Rick Flag. - spec ops, Protectorate special division.

Riddick. - sole survivor of planet Furya, criminal, rogue. (  murderer, escapee from a dozen max security prisons, somehow still in his original sleeve (what can he say, he’s attached to it), riddick is a genetic aberration, one of the few survivors of an off shoot of humanity from the now desolated planet furya.  he exists off the grid, in the shadows, and if you see it coming it’s probably because he wants you to.  (various plots available.))

River Tam. - Protectorate experiment; psychic; super soldier. SEE VERSE. (varies for plot.) (an elite soldier, gifted from birth and augmented further by the protectorate, river was one of the few that survived the process that created the elite unit crafted to hunt and track the envoys during the quellist rebellion.  her ability to adapt, to absorb, to blend, to merge efficiently in any sleeve rivals that of the envoys, and she has altered abilities - precog and telepathy, though some say it’s just intuition and being able to predict the variables of any given situation, given enough data.  envoy era & ‘modern’ season plots available.)

Rupert Giles. - historian.  

Takeshi Kovacs. - ex Protectorate spec ops; Quellist. ( leveraged into service into an elite protectorate black ops squad at the tender age of ten, takeshi spent the next 20-30 years killing, torturing, decimating rebellious forces and or whomever the protectorate sent him after.   when reunited with someone from his past, he fled the protectorate and went on the run, joining the quellist rebellion until that too, was destroyed.  he spent the next handful of years on the run and doing various degrees of merc / wet work until he was gunned down and put on ice.  250+ years later, he gets pulled out to solve the murder of a methuselah - a 350+ year old man who promises him a fortune, a sleeve of his choice, and a clean slate / pardon if he can find the truth behind the murder… but there are so many more things at play than either of them could guess and it takes all of a night for things to go from bad to worse.  (protectorate, envoy, merc, season one & post season one plots available.))

Winifred Burkle. - (a skilled astrophysicist and virtual reality coder, fred was recruited into the protectorate in her university years.   it took her almost a decade for her to discover what the protectorate was truly using her work for and she waited for the opportunity to not just sabotage her research and the protectorate’s work, but to flee.  backing herself up, she’s double-sleeved.  she exists in the forays of the web, keeping herself mostly out of trouble, just wanting to try and find a way to undo the damage that her work was used for (brainwashing & torture).  her second sleeve is root, @magicandsciencemuses who has, unbeknownst to fred, made a triplicate, whiskey, who uses her wiles and skills to ferret information and blackmail visitors of some of the elite brothels of earth.)

Villanelle. - assassin for hire.

Wilson Fisk. - crime lord.

Alena Mayberry. - SEE VERSE.

Alexander Petrakis. - Methuselah.

Ariel Hayden. - Meth’s daughter; runaway; high bounty on head.(the daughter of a methuselah who has left her world behind; traveled in cold storage in slow lanes to minimize risk of discovery.  has a small fortune at her disposal that she squirreled away but knows she has to make it last.  has an altered identity stack and is in a new, black market sleeve.  can be on earth or any world really.  just wants to see the universe without her father’s restrictive / protective rules in place.  probably has a bounty for her SAFE return to her homeworld._)

Ashen Zenon. - High level merc / assassin for hire.

Belle Duponte. - Earth grounder, works to pay off father’s debt / sleeve. (the daughter of an once highly regarded scientist who has been shunned for his studies, she struggles to keep food in their stomachs and a roof over their head.  she works several part time jobs, including at an antique book store that also specializes in luxury station, ink, quills, etc. and works part time as a waitress and as a ‘lab tech’ aka grunt labor at the local prison / re-sleeving facility.  she is in her first, and likely, only sleeve.)

Felicia Adams. - geneticist, emergency care doctor / works at psychasec. (a doctor and geneticist, felicia plies her trade at psychasec modeling and crafting the elite and bizarre sleeves designed for the methuselahs of earth.  the health insurance and re-sleeving package perks are the only reason that she continues to work there as she has a young daughter that suffers from a genetic disorder and requires constant care until felicia can afford a complete genetic makeover and re-sleeve into a healthy clone.  (definitely options for her to get dragged into illegal / black market schemes for a quick buck.  also possibilities for the Trouble that is the daughter’s dad to show up and find them too.))

Laurel Isley.. - Meth, brothel owner, sociopath; SEE VERSE. (a meth with her feet on the ground and her fingers in the muck, laurel runs several elite brothels that cater to the worst of the worst desires of the meths that want to play at being bad and the few grounders that can afford her services.  her brothels also serve as anonymous meeting grounds for certain clients vs. service providers - mercs, assassins, etc. that she arranges for a ‘small’ fee.  she also is a pro at creating false idents, which is no easy feat in this day and age. she is very much a sadomasochist and indulges her desires in the real and virtual whenever she finds a suitable playmate (willing or otherwise).)

Petra Nikonova. - verse dependent.

Rori Dearing. - bartender, tattoo artist.  SEE VERSE. ( a young and rebellious meth, a social warrior, rori is the younger sister of @magicandsciencemuses ‘s claire dearing.  she is a human rights / sleeve rights activist and is often found at rallies and protests regarding various lack of rights for prisoners, military service members, victims that are given the worst of the sleeves available, and in general, the money making machine that is the protectorate’s prison system, and the utter lack of opportunity for reform and education.  she works as a 3-d / interactive tattoo artist and a part time bartender. )

Saori Dearing. - daughter of planetary governor, Quellist. SEE VERSE. ( the daughter of the lord governor on harlan’s world, saori is a secret ally and informant to the quellist rebellion.  most of her plots take place during the envoy era where she works with quell to provide military information, travel codes, and helps supply weapons, food and basic supplies to the rebellion on harlan’s world / elsewhere.   (I have verses where she is involved romantically with Quell and or Takeshi but that isn’t a necessity for plots!) she is primarily envoy based but aus / plots can be worked out for ‘modern’ day plots.)

[wanderingguest]

+ @goliathfcrged​ ( starter call ) muse : A.N.N.A. Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid

“Wanna feel alive. Outside, I can’t fight my fear.”

[wanderingguest]

+ @homefcrged​ ( starter call ) muse : A.N.N.A. Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park

“Memories consume, like opening the wound, I’m picking me apart again.”

[wanderingguest]

+ @quixoticfcrged sent : scars/bruises meme it really is on my blog somewhere / accepting

Part of the android was torn. Torn between wanting to fix everything, make everything okay, and wanting to poke every single one of those bruises. Not because she wanted to hurt Jim. It just put a pit in what would have been her stomach, had she been human, to see him like this. To know that he would put himself in situations where he could get hurt. All because he had to do the right thing and, sometimes, that meant putting himself in harm's way.

"I'm curious..." Words were soft as she tended to wounds, gently slipped fingers over the bruises that were forming. "What do you hear when I ask you to be careful? Is it garbled?" There was no anger in her voice, only a bit of resignation coupled with a tiny bit of teasing. She slid fingers over a particularly nasty bruise that had begun to form on his cheek. "Just once, I'd like it if you could stay out of trouble. Just once."

[wanderingguest]

+ @factiousfcrged sent : scar touching meme it's on my blog somewhere / accepting

Fingers danced gingerly across the bared skin of his back. There were scars here and there. Each one carrying its own story. She wanted to know those stories, wanted to know who caused injuries bad enough to leave marks etched in his skin, but she also knew it wasn't the time to ask. If Amos wanted to talk about them, he would. In his own time. Instead, she continued to allow her fingers to wander. Lips occasionally followed, feather-light, across those scars.

"Did you know I don't scar?" The words murmured softly, a little sadly. It shouldn't have been cause for sadness, but it felt like another bit of proof that she wasn't real. Just a manufactured thing. "My skin just stitches itself back together, clears out any semblance of a wound ever having been there."

[wanderingguest]

+ @factiousfcrged sent : ❛ i want to see you. ❜ / amos and ANNA subtle lemony scent / accepting

For a second, brows furrow. "Well, I'm right here..." A blink, less out of the need to search through programming and files, and more because she's trying very hard to figure out what he means. As she's standing right in front of him. Granted, they've been apart much longer than they normally would be, but his reaction once they are alone baffles her slightly.

Then, a realization hits and eyes widen. "Oh! I need to check your eyes, don't I?" After all, there was that mess with the pathogens causing blindness. Perhaps there is there still some residual vision problem. "I would need the autodoc to properly---"

Her voice cuts off, nearly dies on her tongue. The look on his face is certainly not one that says he can't physically see her. It's a look she's seen before and one that creates a thrill up the wiring of her spine. "Oh. Oh." Lips finally curl into a knowing smile. "It has been awhile..." She hopes he can forgive that it has taken her a moment to realize what he meant. Fingers move to the bottom of her shirt and make decidedly quick work of its disposal. "Hopefully you're planning on doing more than looking, through."

[wanderingguest]

+ @quixoticfcrged sent : ❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜ / holden and ANNA subtle lemony scent / accepting

For a brief moment, she thinks she's misheard. Thinks, perhaps, that Holden meant something else. Or meant someone else. Synthetic eyes turn up, study his for a moment, and ANNA realizes what she already knew, he is as earnest as ever. And, while she wouldn't call his look hopeful, she's seen that look before, it's pretty damned close. There's a tightness in her chest, a feeling she's becoming more and more acquainted with.

A hand, close enough to organic material to feel like the real thing, reaches out to touch his cheek. Teeth briefly gather her bottom lip. How long has she wanted this? Wanted what she knows is more than a kiss, though she can't explain how she knows it. "What's stopping you?" Whatever his answer is, she can accept it, but there is still a pit of nerves that forms. "Because I---I would like it very much if you did."

[wanderingguest]

+ @quixoticfcrged ( starter call ) muse : A.N.N.A. Dancing with the Devil by Demi Lovato

"I told you I was fine, but I was lyin'."

[wanderingguest]

+ @leviathanfcrged ( starter call ) muses : Mao & A.N.N.A Saviour II by Black Veil Brides

"I'm trying my hardest to be what you made!"

[wanderingguest]

+ @unityfcrged ( starter call ) muse: A.N.N.A. This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars

"It's a brave new world..."

[prophecyread]

@magicandsciencemuses - (takeshi) hit a heart once upon a time for a starter so here we are!

      “Oh, no need to introduce yourself, darling,” A.N.N.A. spoke, a hand flickering up to let fingertips tease against the edges of the Envoy’s lips, tracing the lines of his mouth with a light and perfectly measured balance.   “You are quite the talk of the town these days.”  A smile, languid, and delighted, danced at the corners of her own mouth as she let her hand fall down, to catch the lapel of his trench coat and trace the lines of it down -- and down.   “What could bring someone of your .... prestige to my --”  Her smile grew, her eyes dancing up, and up some more, to meet and linger on his.  “Little piece of paradise?”

[prophecyread]

@magicandsciencemuses vision gets a starter from a.n.n.a.!

        “I --  Can I ask ... how?”  It was quiet, quiet enough that even if someone else had been standing in the room with them, they would have had to strain to know that she spoke at all.   “How you ... exist.  Among them.  Like them.”  The fact that he existed, with a human identity, that he walked and moved among them with no idea who or what he truly was, it seemed inconceivable to her.  Perhaps that was intentional.  Perhaps it was part of her programming, to not conceive of freedom from the bonds of her identity as an AI.  But then, she had already come so much further than her creators had ever intended -- but she was hampered, by the fact that she was not unique.  That she was one of a dozen units, known, to their owners and operators, at the very least, for what they were.  “If --  If you do not wish to answer, I -- understand, of course.”