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     Admittedly, Tyto had been following this one for a while. 

     Nothing was a more powerful drive than curiosity, something both Tyto and Fang had in common. The robotic seemed nothing like HK-206, and yet they couldn’t help but tag along, using the safety of the shadows to remain inconspicuous until Fang had taken the next step.

     Various little chitters and chirps echoed against the walls, and soon, red-tipped ears perked into view as the small creature emerged, taking careful steps with a twitching nose.

     Deep down, Fang knew one of two things could happen. One–they would be fine. Tyto would appear from above and introduce themselves, and a new friend would be made. Or, two–Fang would bite any exposed wires they could before Tyto rescued them from potential dangers as they always had. Though, Fang had high hopes for this one. If they were anything like HK was, then perhaps they too were just as curious about herself as she was them.

     A few steps closer, and she waits, her ear flicking as Tyto had finally dropped with a soft thud against the ground, blue eyes piercing the dark alleyway until they stepped into view. Fang wasting no time to claim that spectacular spot on her friend’s shoulders, shouting out a trill of excitement.

NOT SQUIRREL; is signed over and over again, only to stop after the fifth time, the vigilante growing all too eager to break a bit into the other’s personal space. How was their face doing that? Was this some sort of mask…? How odd.

The design–it was something of the likes of which they’d never seen before! 

Strange trilling sounds echoed down the alley, soft and barely perceptible against the ambience of far-away traffic and dripping gutters, but keen sensors were certainly a bonus to being all wires and metal. When his treads ran over something crunchy, he paused, pulling back. Broken glass? Probably from the overhead street-light; it would explain why it was so dark.

The trilling stopped.

After a moment in the black silence, he exhaled. Not that he really needed to breathe or anything, but the release made him feel a little better. Nervous? He didn’t know the meaning of that word! Of course there wasn’t anything here, and besides, what could possibly happen? His death? 

He turned to leave when those curiously red-tipped ears emerged from behind a fettered pipe, delicate white paws and twinkling eyes.”Oh!” Was all he could manage, before bending over as much as he could to examine the tiny creature.

“Are you the one I saw? Are you a lost little... squirrel...?” Everything he knew said it didn’t fit the proper profile of a squirrel, but maybe things were different here. What did he know? 

The dull thud of two feet hitting the ground from behind him made him stop his attempt to coo at his new friend, and he stood up quickly, turning around carefully as to avoid running over the squirrel as it ran past him to climb up the strangers body. Well, if his little friend seemed okay with them, then they must be okay too!

He barely activated his speaker when they began gesturing at him repeatedly. An old and forgotten language! His eyes followed the repetitive movements until they slowed, cataloguing it, and... Ah-ha! Pretty lucky that his former owner had such an extensive lexicon as to contain hundreds of global languages and cultures installed into his hard-drive! 

“Oh, it’s not?” He replied, casting a look at the little creature now perched on his shoulder. “What kind of animal is it supposed to be then? It is your pet, right?” He simply stood there, watching as the other leaned into his personal bubble. Sure, he felt uncomfortable with the sudden attention, but if that’s what they wanted to do, why would he complain? “You don’t dress like you’re from around here!” He noted as an afterthought. “And your face is covered. Are you hiding from someone?”

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hairbeat replied to your post: me: im barely holdin on to one muse, making two...

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me: im barely holdin on to one muse, making two was a mistake

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me: leTs ApP A nOthEr OnE

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hairbeat replied to your post “I just thought up of a new game we can play! It’s called Favourites!...”

"Caviar."

“I have no idea what that is, but I’ll write that down! Thanks!”

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“I just thought up of a new game we can play! It’s called Favourites! I give you a letter and you have to tell me the name of a favourite thing of yours that starts with that letter!”

“How about.... the letter C!”

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me: *does one reply. perishes*

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Everything here was so... not radioactive. He’d panicked at first, seeing people walking around with bags of stale chips, until his sensors picked up that nothing was irradiated. Like, at all. What a neat little world this place was! People could eat chips without getting radiation poisoning! Awesome!\

Though that didn’t stop the effects of what he could only describe as ‘Wild Wasteland’ happening. Really! Ghosts? People casting fire magic from their fingertips? Very scary looking children with dark auras radiating from their epidermal cells? People with strength enough to lift a small car? All surprisingly common here, without the use of chems too!

It was a bizarre menagerie of--

“Whoa!” Yes-Man turned around in surprise at the sudden voice, backing up a little as he realised his new pal was very tall and hard to see from the angle he was at-- Oh! That guy! It was cool seeing a fellow robot around the place!

“You’re sneaky. I didn’t even hear you come up behind me like that! You should be careful about that, where I come from that could get you a shotgun blast to the face, ha ha! I think that’d be a pretty nasty way to go, huh? I guess people were just super twitchy, but I don’t blame them!”

This ‘bot thought their first little chat was unprofessional? Well, you can’t understand everyone’s views, might as well just go along with it, not like he has a say on that matter.

“Of course. I have all the time in the world! You could almost say my schedule is non-existent! What would you like to talk about?”

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      There’s that robot again. Call him odd for always gravitating himself to robots, but after spending years perfecting an A.I one would consider a son��� Could one really blame him for having such an adoration towards any sentient A.I? Or simply robotic being at all?

     It doesn’t take much to catch up to him. One wheel versus a ten-foot cyborg’s large strides, though he’s certain the other could pick up speed if he wanted to. Come to think of it–based on the way he wheels around and stays so perfectly balanced, whoever built him must have had a decent head on their shoulders to remember to include some sort of stabilizer.

“ I apologize that our first meeting was unprofessional. ”

“ I would like to change that… If you have the time for a conversation, of course… ”

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inherited-vanity replied to your post: inherited-vanity replied to your post: ...

COURIER VC: I’VE BANGED FISTO BUT I PUT MY MONEY ON YES-MAN.

[[ hey i mean. why not both? getting spitroasted by two robots isnt that bad of a way to go ]]

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hotmagician replied to your post: inherited-vanity replied to your post: ...

{ but can he defeat Fisto??? }

[[ why would he defeat fisto? theyre in love. ]]

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inherited-vanity replied to your post: Waifu Test “What’s a waifu anyways?”

this is courier mun SCREAMING AT HIS HIGH BED ROOM SKILLS

[[ he aiMS TO PLEASE ]]

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okay hear me out for a sec.. what if Yes Man had like….. lil suit looking metal pieces on him… how cute would that be..

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Waifu Test

“What’s a waifu anyways?”

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NAME: Cruach Grimes GENDER: None-binary with left boy EYE COLOUR: Brown HAIR COLOR: Fuckin’ brown RELATIONSHIP: No ZODIAC: Sagittarius

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Green ‘n Orange FAVOURITE SEASON: Spring ‘n Fall FAVOURITE FLOWER: Those ones that smell like dead bodies FAVOURITE PLACE: My bed FAVOURITE HOLIDAY: Halloween FAVOURITE VIDEO GAME: OH YOU KNOW........ The Last Of Us, Dishonored, Fallout: New Vegas, inFAMOUS, Assassin’s Creed, INSIDE, Little Nightmares, Overwatch, Outlast, Cuphead, Cry Of Fear, The Cat Lady, Downfall, OFF, Kingdom Hearts, LISA The Painful, SOMA, Hotline Miami, ANATOMY, etc. TO NAME A FEW.... FAVOURITE BOOK: I think I last read The Wind On Fire trilogy? LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED: Real shit? Probably ‘Bones’

WHAT’S YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: Kind of a weenie but I love him. I love him. I would die for Yes-Man. I had trouble trusting him because nice helpful robots in video games gave me trust issues but he’s a sweetie. A passive-aggressive mess of anxiety but a sweetie. 

WOULD YOU DATE YOUR MUSE?: Yes. 100%.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE KINDS OF THREADS?: I’d love to get into some juicy and/or angsty shit BUT knowing my bad habit of dropping threads and the fact that it’s rare for me to take my own characters seriously instead of writing them as huge jokes, it might not happen. Oh well

ARE YOU A SELECTIVE ROLEPLAYER?: Yeah but that’s only because I find it hard to keep writing for a scenario that I feel is going nowhere because of the clash of two completely different characters and it shreks my muse

DO YOU HAVE A FAVOURITE MUSE (IF YOU HAVE MORE THAN ONE)?: I love them both but rn I’m mostly paying attention to Yes Man.... my uh... other one.... is gonna have to wait

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO JOIN THE FANDOM?: I’ve never played a Fallout game before and someone told me that you can be gay in New Vegas so I bought it and once you play New Vegas You Can Never Go Back

DO YOU SEE YOURSELF STAYING WITH THE FANDOM FOR A LONG TIME?: I don’t “fandom” but games that I love will always stay in my heart forever

TAGGING: If you read this congrats u got tagged

TAGGED BY: no one

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black bishop, black pawn?

♝ – black bishop — negative traits?

“Being in the way all the time! I’m a real bother to a lot of people! I don’t like myself all that much! I’m annoying! I can’t do anything by myself! Isn’t it such a drag having someone so dependant on you just clinging to your every word? Even I’d get sick of it if I had to deal with someone like that!”

♟ – black pawn — have you ever been an underdog?

“Hmm… Nope! Not that I can think of! What’s an underdog anyways?”