desperadorabbit

[desperadorabbit]

Which planet matches your muses personality? 

You got: Saturn

Saturn embodies the spirit of the scholar; you pull knowledge from the universe and spin it into wisdom for others who ask for it. Once you set your mind to something, you have a tendency to develop tunnel vision by ignoring other people and your needs. When you are able to balance yourself and your ambitions, however, you are a magnificent force of intelligence.

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[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at his remark about how it would be if the roles were reversed. He just had a way of wording things that made her smile. It was charming, honestly, and she got his sense of humor. Which would probably come as a surprise to people.

“W-well.. Actually, G-Gears is his husband.” She spoke, a slight smirk on those dual colored lips. “S-so maybe don’t try and hit on h-him again, unless y-you like being d-decked.” She spoke, a hind of teasing in her voice. A vague attempt to try and direct the conversation in a more light-hearted direction.

She paused, however, her smile faltering some as he asked if she’d be alright. She slowly looked down, folding her hands in her lap.

“P-probably. M-my core is a l-little unstable. It d-d-d-does this sometimes. Wh-when emotions are h-high and such.” She spoke, smiling vaguely at him. “I’m t-t-t-technically just a prototype. I sh-shouldn’t have been turned on. B-but here I am, thanks t-t-to The Spine and the r-rest.”

Well, knowing that the bot he had tried hitting on was not only that Spine bot’s partner, but his husband-- Des can’t help but to realize the depths of his little fuck-up. Now, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d done something similar, but with marriage in the mix... yep, that made it a little worse.

“Oh g-geez... n-no wonder he had t-t-that look in his eyes...” It’s muttered under his breath, a slight chuckle coming from him.

Though, that more serious topic, he’d listen quietly, so silly comments or jokes as he often had in-store. (Though really, that seemed to be a typical trait of those Rabbit bots, smart-mouthed but dropping that trait for more serious matters.)

He seemed a little troubled at her words, brows furrowing slightly-- he ran pretty well for a Rabbit, his own little glitches, but nothing too major, but he didn’t like the idea of his friend having those troubles. His expression would soften, though, smiling a little. “Well, p-p-prototype or not, whether it was ‘supposed to’ happen, I’m g-glad you’re here."

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

She’d just listen to him, giving his hand another squeeze in an attempt to reassure him a little. “It’s o-okay. He w-w-w-was mad at first, but he’s gotten o-over it. He isn’t one t-t-t-to hold grudges. S-so if you want to apologize, h-he’ll accept it.” She spoke.

She paused a little, smiling slightly. “B-but waiting until we’ve… S-s-s-sorted this situation out, m-might be an idea. He’s…. A l-little upset at the moment.” She spoke, voice soft, almost fragile. To be fair, though, they were all upset at the moment. So maybe going to apologize wasn’t something one should do just yet.

A soft sigh left that silver ‘bot, her core whirring slightly. A loud, kind of uneven sound. She’d slowly raise a hand, placing it above her core’s placement, almost like she was hushing it. To be honest, it always acted up during times with high emotions.

“Heh, he’s d-d-definitely the bigger person ‘bout all that, then. I’d s-s-still be hoppin’ mad about it, if things were swapped.”

Though, in regards to timing? He shook his head at her words-- of course, such an apology, if he were to go through with it, would not be right now. There were much more pressing issues.

“G-gods no, y’all gots m-m-more important issues right now, r-rather than some rude cowboy hittin on his lover. I ain’t w-w-wantin’ to add onto any of that stress right now. Just one of them thoughts r-rattlin’ ‘round my head is all.”

His brow raised a little at that sound-- as honestly, it didn’t sound the healthiest, so that had him a little concerned. “H-hey, you gonna be alright..?”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

Key-Lock couldn’t help but smile as her offered hand was accepted, her slender fingers closing around copper digits. To be honest, it somehow made her happy that he would consider her as someone to talk to when things got rough. Or just to talk to in general, even about the good things.

She’d offer him a smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’d l-l-like that too. I kn-know you made a b-bad first impression on m-m-my brother, b-but.. You’ve been kind t-t-to me. So I don’t m-mind giving you a chance.” She spoke, a hiss of steam leaving her vents.

She exhaled softly, looking back up at the sparkly night sky, her photoreceptors saving the imagery. It was an exceptionally clear night, and the stars shone brighter than usual. Awfully ironic when considering how bleak things looked at that manor these days. 

Steam hissed from his vents as he realized that well- the cat was out of the bag, and she knew of his... less than stellar past exploits. That hat of his fell over his eyes a little, as honestly- he suddenly felt a bit small, realizing that.

“Ah, y-you’ve heard then... I uh. G-g-got some bad habits, and w-when I hit the oil too hard... all common sense kinda goes out the door and I make a r-real ass of myself until someone knocks me out of it...” His words are softly spoken, and it’s pretty clear that he’s a bit embarrassed of those actions.

“Proooobably somethin’ I should apologize for, but... kinda favorin’ just leaving them alone. Awkward.” Well, that-- and he just didn’t feel all too eager to see that particular Spine bot again, even if he were currently in that bot’s ‘verse... because if he were in that others place? He wouldn’t exactly be happy to see a certain rowdy cowboy.

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

Evansville Press, Indiana, February 5, 1912

[desperadorabbit]

someday youll travel so far youll forget all the pain that you left behind. and then youll keep on going.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

A soft giggle would leave that silver automaton, nodding slightly in recognition at the mention of last time they’d met. He’d been in an awful mood, she remembered. He had been upset. And she had listened, wanting to maybe give him some comfort. She still wasn’t quite sure if she had succeeded, but… He was right. The roles had been switched up.

Electric blue eyes would turn to him, listening carefully to his words. She felt that. She didn’t exactly have a lot of people to talk to either. She rarely left the manor, and she didn’t really know that many people outside of it. And she didn’t always want to bother her siblings about it, when she was feeling upset.

She offered him a small smile, reaching a hand out towards him. “W-well… You can t-t-talk to me, if you want to? I d-d-don’t really have many people to t-talk to either, so… M-maybe we should stick together a l-little? O-only if you want to, though.”

It seemed, that last encounter had at least helped him enough for the memory to stand out-- enough for him to look at that particular memory fondly. Honestly, it seemed more than anything... that copper cowboy just needed an actual friend.

As that hand is offered-- he might seem a little hesitant, shy even... he’s not entirely used to letting others in, but for some reason it just feels natural to let the truth out when he’s with her. It’s refreshing to him to be able to do that, rather than putting on that silly bravado, that mask of sorts that made him... well, a bit unbearable to others.

Despite that hesitance, he’d take that offered hand for a moment, gentle smile on his face. Sure, he’d had that oil in his systems, but he’d have agreed even if stone cold sober. “I-I think I’d l-l-like that... I dunno, just kinda f-feels like the right thing to do.”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

//aesthetic? no. flimsy excuse to post vintage content circa wild wild west con 2011

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

She listened to him, nodding slightly. Because no matter how she looked at it, no matter how useless she currently felt, he was right. She didn’t have a role to fill just yet, and all she could do was to support her family, and the friends who were affected by this event. 

She smiled a little, looking up at the other. “G-goodness… I’m s-s-s-sorry for j-just unloading all of th-this onto you, Des.. But.. Thank you for l-listening t-to my fears. I’m n-not sure why I just t-told you.. It kind of j-just…. Came out.” She spoke, chuckling slightly.

“I g-guess I just feel comfortable around y-you.” She’d add. 

Honestly, it was a bit of a relief to him, hearing those words... and honestly, pretty flattering. Maybe it was just a self-esteem issue... but he’d never really thought of himself as someone to confide in. And after how he had kind of vented to her, last time... he had cringed plenty, thinking he may have just been making a fool of himself, and that maybe she had just been listening to be nice. It was relieving to have that thought disproved.

He chuckled slightly, giving a dismissive sort of gesture. “It’s alr-r-right, I mean, t-the roles were kinda switched last time, yeah? J-just evening out the score, here.” 

There’s a slight pause, as he lets steam curl up from his vents a bit, sincerity in his voice. “Honestly... I ain’t r-really got much, w-when it comes ta’ people I can actually talk to, l-like about t-the serious type stuff, so... this is nice.”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

Key-Lock could only agree with that copper ‘bot, nodding her head slightly. It did seem that something had influenced Alyssa, had pushed her to do something that was out of character. And to be perfectly honest, people were on edge. Because if someone could influence her like that… What else could they do?

a soft exhale would leave that silver automaton, eyes drifting upwards to just observe the clear, dark sky. Observe those twinkling stars. 

“I j-just feel a little useless, I g-g-guess.” She spoke, a small smile on her lips. “It’s a l-l-l-little stupid. Because I kn-know that I can’t do more than I already a-am. I c-c-can only support my f-family, you know?”

“Even if it ain’t really true... I think f-f-feelin’ useless is just natural, if you ain’t g-got any direction ta’ go, j-just yet.”

Well, that was... painfully relatable, even if in different scenarios. Being directionless and feeling like he could be doing so much more, feeling like he’s wasting his time... all very familiar things to feel, for that sheriff.

“It’s not stupid,” His tone is soft, disapproving of any of that negative talk about herself. “They’re your family. It’s only n-natural that you’d wanna help, and t-that you’d feel frustrated if you ain’t g-got no ways of doin’ that right now. Sometimes... just bein’ there as support is enough, if you ain’t got a p-particular role ta’ fill.”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

Colonel Silas Groves aesthetics

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

She listened carefully to him, finding that his words made a lot of sense. There had been talk of something similar amongst them, Baron having informed them all about the fact that he should have had her soul, but it never arrived to him. Which had been the first cause of his suspicion. 

That smaller automaton would nod slightly at his words, a slight frown on her face. “Th-that’s what Baron said too.. That someone meddled in h-h-his affairs. Wanting her s-s-soul to themselves. It’s not l-like her to have.. Those kind of th-thoughts either. She’s n-n-never even attempted… That.. Before. S-s-so Baron is convinced th-that something sketchy has b-been going on.” 

She slowly folded her hand in her lap, exhaling a soft plume of steam. “He’s investigating the case r-r-right now. Asking around. T-talking to other Lwa. Trying to figure out what to do.”

Leaning back, he’d just kind of gaze up at the stars for a long moment, brows furrowing. More and more, as those little details added up... he had to agree. Something weird was up here. He hadn’t a clue on what to do about it, but something fishy was definitely going on.

“So m-maybe something, or s-someone was like... influencing her, s-s-shortly before she... did that.” Trying to word things gently, as he thought it over.

“The more I hear, t-the more I’m convinced yer’ Baron’s suspicions are r-right on the money. Someone’s gone and butted in where they ain’t belong, t-tryin’ to like... steal her soul. Dunno what for... but whatever it is c-can’t be good news. Can’t really suggest anything to do ‘bout it, though. Investigating is all t-they can really do right now, and it sounds like they’ve g-got that covered.”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

To be perfectly honest, Key-Lock herself shared the notion that things were messed up. Out of order. Off. But she wasn’t familiar with the whole aspect of magic and the Lwa. All he knew was that the Baron was troubled by her sister’s demise. Which was unusual. He was the Lwa of death. Lord of the cemetery. Souls had to go through him to get to the afterlife. But he said that Alyssa’s soul… Didn’t come through to him. Which was… Odd. Because technically, her soul belonged to him. 

She slowly looked up at the other, concern in those blue eyes of hers. “The B-Baron… He deals w-with the dead… He’s… Kind of l-l-l-like the grim reaper.. My sister’s s-soul.. It belongs t-t-t-to him. But he s-says that he d-d-didn’t get notified of it c-c-coming through. And he says th-that according t-to his records.. It w-wasn’t her time to die y-yet..” She’d speak, clearly trying to make the pieces of the puzzle fit herself.

“It w-w-worries him.. He s-says that it’s not right. That something a-about it all is off.” She frowned slightly. “He s-suspects f-f-f-fowl play..” 

A hand raises, fingers stroking over the plating of his chin as he sat in thought, mulling over those added facts. It did, indeed, seem quite strange-- if that soul had been owed to Baron, and yet didn’t go to it’s rightful ‘home’ upon death. Something definitely felt wrong about it all, beyond what had bothered him personally.

“It... k-kinda sounds like t-t-there might be some kind of meddling involved. S-s-someone buttin’ into somewhere where they ain’t welcomed. I dunno m-m-much about this stuff, but I’d figure maybe there w-was... someone who was keepin’ an eye on her, waitin’ for t-the moment to come in and steal her soul or somethin’? Unless it’s s-somehow just lost somewhere.”

It’s clear that he’s just throwing theories out there, trying to make sense of it all. He can’t give anything solid-- just theories and speculation. That’s about all he’s got.

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

That smaller automaton would smile a little, happy that he was so understanding. But then again, he had told her about the passing of his brother, so he knew how it felt. To lose someone so close to you. And he was being very respectful about it.

She let out a smaller sigh, slowly moving back to her spot on the bench, gently patting the space next to her, asking him to sit. “I’m n-not too sure how they’re g-g-going to go about it, r-really… All I know is th-that Mr. Walter asked The S-Spine to bring her home… She’s f-f-f-frozen solid… P-preserved…” 

She directed her eyes at the sky, a soft, cold breeze ruffling through her locks. “I d-don’t know how this will end…. But yes… Baron is the Lwa of d-death… He might want to try and b-b-bring her back. Not th-that I’ve ever seen that happen before…” She looked down at her hands, resting neatly in her lap. 

“I’ve…. Always known.. That wh-when you’re dead… Y-you stay that way..”

He’d accept that given invitation onto the bench, sitting himself next to her. Probably for the better anyways, given how his balance had failed him earlier.

That explanation she gives... well, he’s not the closest with humans and their culture in general, surrounded by other bots most of the time... but there’s definitely something strange about having someone frozen like that. Maybe it’s just some of those old fashioned sensibilities, or that unfamiliarity with the ins and outs of more magical beings, but... he too, had always believed death to be a permanent thing.

So, in less than gentlemanly words, this whole thing seemed a little fucked up to him.

He wouldn’t exactly say that though, manners. Besides, he didn’t have all of the details, nor the insight to judge it all accurately, just his own bias. Honestly, maybe his thought process was slighty improved, when under the influence, at least in some aspects...

“T-t-t-that’s... one hell of a bombshell ta’ d-d-drop.” A slight, nervous chuckle escapes him, trying to figure out what to make of that information. “I s-s-suppose if that’s what he feels is best, I’d j-j-just hope it’s what she’d want, y-y’ know? Or w-what she needs. Ain’t always the same thing.” 

He feels like he’s rambling on a little, but honestly-- he’s just a simple man, trying to wrap his head around these more otherworldly aspects. “It... sounds like a complicated thing f-for sure. For y’alls sake, I just hope it all w-works out for the best, w-whatever the best may be.”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

Key-Lock looked down at her feet. Those victorian, lace boots, covered slightly by the grass of the lawn. His words were tempting. To get out of there. But at the same time, she felt like she couldn’t just leave her family. Not now. 

Those electric blue eyes turned to him, flashing slightly in the darkness as they focused on him. “Sh-she jumped… From a roof.” She spoke, voice frail now. “She was in a v-v-very dark place.. And she apparently c-c-c-couldn’t see any other way out.” She turned to face him, hands folded in front of her.

“Th-The Spine and my sister’s….. Hmm… L-L-Lwa.. Have plans to try and b-b-b-bring her back… I d-don’t know how, but….” She closed her eyes. 

“S-sorry… It’s a little h-hard to talk about…”

He’d listen, no silly remarks or anything- sure, he was often a more uncouth figure, a rowdy mess... but this, this was a topic that he’d only treat with the utmost respect. He’d been there, he related... and he knew just how much it hurt to lose someone so close.

A soft plume of steam rises from his vents, hands resting in the pockets of that long trenchcoat he wore. “Y-you ain’t gotta force yourself t-ta’ talk about anything if it’s too hard. The h-hurt is still fresh, I get it..

He didn’t exactly know the term, Lwa, or at least didn’t exactly recognize it at the moment, a little bit of haze over his mind that’d shake off eventually... but, it was easy enough to figure that she meant that ghostly, skeleton-like man that had previously tagged along with Alyssa as that guardian of sorts. It wasn’t his forte, but it made sense to him, that such a being might have some plan to keep her from succumbing to death.

“I’ll admit, I ain’t g-got a clue when it comes ta’ magic and stuff l-like that... but, where t-t-there’s a will, there’s a way. If ya’ g-got someone like that on y’alls side, I wouldn’t g-g-give up hope yet.”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

The small, silver automaton would smile slightly, looking over at the taller, copper ‘bot. “I s-s-s-sometimes wish that I could leave..” She started, slowly rubbing one arm. “S-s-s-sometimes things are s-s-so bad, that I wish I c-could leave..” 

Why was she even telling him this..?

“There was an….. An accident.” She spoke, slowly looking down. “Alyssa… M-my sister… She’s…. D-d-d-d-d-d-d…” She paused, closing her eyes. “Dead….” She exhaled a soft plume of steam. “It’s r-really… Hard to stay here, r-r-right now.. So much upset. I c-c-come out here every night t-to just… Think..”

His brows raised, as he took in those words. Admittedly, a little surprised, but as he listened, the gears started turning, so to speak. It was a little comforting, in a way, to be able to relate to that desire to leave sometimes, but...

Why did that name she mentioned, her sister, sound so familiar..? It’d take a few moments to process in his somewhat inebriated state... but eventually it’d hit him. Part of him wondering just what impending mess he’d be getting himself into, knowing that said sister hadn’t been the biggest fan of him, but...

That wasn’t exactly the top priority thing right now.

“...I-I’m sorry. I... I know what it’s l-like to lose a sibling. “ His hand came up without him even really thinking about it, gently tracing the brim of his hat, that hand-me-down from his late brother.

“I’m s-sure she was an amazin’ l-lady... and if you e-ever feel the urge to get outta’ here, at least for a bit, I’d be glad t-to help ya’ with that. Or j-just talk, either works.”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.

[desperadorabbit]

covering-miss-key-lock​:

Key-Lock would listen to his words, head tilted to the side a little. A plume of steam escaped her cheek vents, a small on those dual colored lips of hers. “I c-can imagine that things would b-b-b-blur a little, if you’ve s-seen many dimensions that look th-the same. I’ve n-never been doing any portal jumping, s-s-s-so I don’t know how it is.” She spoke.

Slowly, those electric blue eyes directed themselves back up at the sky, a soft smile on her lips. “B-but I agree… The manor is s-so far away from everything that the stars shine so b-bright. It’s kind of… M-magical..” She’d speak in that gentle voice of hers.

She had said before that she didn’t get out much, so that response wasn’t surprising... and honestly, in a way, probably a good thing. At least, in his experience it might be. 

“Honestly, g-good fer’ you. Ain’t really a good habit ta’ get into. F-f-folks ain’t always the welcomin’ sort.” After all, not all worlds were friendly... he learned that even before he had traveled much himself- trouble had sadly brought itself into his world. 

“Always b-been more of a sunset fan, b-but it’s definitely a gorgeous s-sight...” A soft curl of steam drifted from his vents. “Still always kinda weird in these places though, worlds like this... ya’ll actually l-live side-by-side with humans and whatnot. It’s a n-nice change of pace ta’ me... but that ain’t a r-real popular view back home y-yet.”

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse - covering-miss-key-lock

Now– he didn’t exactly intend on any kind of spying, but things would appear that way regardless. Sometimes, a particularly wild night at the local saloon ended up with that copper cowboy doing a bit of wandering across different dimensions. 

In a way, one could compare that behavior to a wandering tomcat- aimlessly traveling, whether it be to pick a fight or to flirt with some poor unfortunate soul. Things could go either way, once he got a bit of that bad oil in his systems, a strange little commodity in his robotic hometown. Admittedly, he was somewhat like a human alcoholic. 

However, something had felt oddly familiar about this particular world he had stepped into. It seemed like a typical ‘verse– nothing especially strange, a large manor upon an even larger estate, like what most other Walter bots lived in… though, something he never had the privilege of experiencing for himself.

At first, he chalked it up to just having seen one too many of these worlds– but he hadn’t expected to actually see a familiar face… and so, his first instinct was to attempt to hightail it out of there, he didn’t want to see that nice lady automaton to see him in such a state– but… well, it might come to no surprise that with that moment of panic, and the oil in his systems… he just tripped over his own two feet, making a rather ungraceful landing on the ground.