I AM / DEVIANT .

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    stepping a bit further inside his attention is diverted as he hears the familiar bark of a Saint Bernard as a set of double doors open, spotting Sumo and the RK800 ( who from past conversations dog sits on Thursdays ) heading to the direction of the bathroom. watching the two disappear into the nearest restroom he couldn’t help but chuckle at his successor’s rush to get properly suited, taking note of the rich blue jacket draped over one arm and a loose tie that matched the entire attire ensemble. they were working together tonight. it was no surprise he isn’t the only one coming late to the party, but at least Connor came more prepared. Will wrinkled his nose. if only his motorcycle had a trunk he could keep a formal suit in but ah, he’s just getting distracted now.

    turning his attention back to his own objective, he only came to realize that he had aimlessly wandered over to the front desk until he barely managed to swerve away from the counter and collide with a guest instead. quick to break their fall should it happen he grabbed her shoulders and steadied her, ready to keep moving in search of familiar faces after a quick apology. ❛ you’ll have to forgive me, i’m afraid i should be paying more attention to where i’m going. i hope you have a nice evening ---- ❜ looking over his shoulder upon recognition, he turned completely, blinking at the other android.

    [△] GREET     [☐] GATHER YOUR THOUGHTS     [O] IS THIS WHO YOU THINK IT IS...     [✕] WHAT WERE YOU DOING AGAIN?

    ❛ north. ❜ the name falls from his lips, breath gone with the wind. something about her caused a short circuit in his processor, a thought... various thoughts flooding and overwhelming. perhaps it’s the difference in her hair or the clothes. maybe it was the leg she’s showing --- no, what? everything. no. wasn’t she with Markus? he shook his head, finally saying something after leaving his mouth agape. ❛ pardon me for not recognizing you. it’s just you don’t normally... well, it is a formal event. ❜

▲. DETROIT DAILY ; ‘ THE KNIGHT OF CYBERLIFE ‘

She gave him another look, reminding herself to not be distrustful. She positioned herself back against the wall, arms folded lazily across her chest, gaze settled on the rusting ceiling above them. The rain was soothing after all. 

❝2036?❞  North repeated, the surprise evident in her voice. It had been a long time, he must have been one of the firsts. She kept those questions to herself for now, though she was dying to know if anyone had deviated with him. Other people could be distrustful of her, she reminded herself.  ❝How long have you known about Jericho, then?❞ Androids who knew were talkative about the topic to those they deemed trustworthy, surely he’d heard of the freighter before now? What took him so long to arrive? Again, questions she kept to herself despite of the furious buzzing in her head.

    ❛ yes. ❜ a stolen glance to strawberry blonde hair prior to reaching into his coat’s breast pocket and retrieving a laser pointer, equipped by Cyberlife. during his reactivation he had quickly realized he’d been left with his signature coat and all tools and effects that came along with it. he never UNDERSTOOD why he hadn’t been DISMANTLED or why he was kept in such great condition but frankly, searching for some sort of reasoning only brought a mess of thoughts in his processor. making a start to turn on the miniature torch he positioned it over his open wound and began trailing the light above the cut to seal his injured hand.

    ❛ and not until recently since i was reactivated. i was never trusted with finding Jericho by another deviant during my time working with the FBI and Cyberlife. the deviants that i had apprehended hadn’t taken kindly to being handed over to the authorities to be dealt with ---- that is, that was then before i knew that most android inmates were being... harmed ; among other horrible things. ❜

PROCESSORS WORK WITH AN EFFICIENT QUICKNESS     ,     spitting out luminescent data ‘gainst displayed visuals     .     '     MODEL     :     RK700     '     ,     it reads     &&     RK900 accepts the provided information with greed     .     ❝     RK700     ,     to what do i owe the pleasure      ?    ❞     a flat timbre turns pleasant words sour     ,     useless bulk from older models long removed ensured as much     .     /     @deviantbe     .     source     .

    artificial lips press together, chocolate eyes staring at the RK900 with UNCERTAINTY. discretion at his finger tips as one careful step is taken forward with an outstretched hand, offering FREEDOM should the other chose to take it.

    eyes blink rapidly at the clash of prior and new objectives filtering through, though his alliance is no longer with CYBERLIFE, the habit to have a structured step by step process aided in ‘ completing his mission ’. but a fault in his coding ; of being DEVIANT has a tendency to override everything.

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