Prototype Core Network

since it’s Wednesday, i’ll be moving over to Delic.

Wish me luck, i’ll be needing it!

I need to get my tablet working again.

You will not regret listening to this..

"Hm? Alright." He guess it wasn’t that important. "So, what brings you around here? Looking for something?"

However he frowned again. He had a job, he knew that, He knew who he was after, and at the moment, it wasn't Vi. Though he'd have to keep in mind that Vi was someone he didn't want to get rid of, least so far. He should have just forgotten who he was after. That rarely happened, especially considering he had a picture, but it still did. Though the raven didn't exactly know any of this, did he? Furrowing his brow, he rubbed his temple. "Seems I've L O S T (forgotten) what I've doing...." He sighed. He should really explain the speech thing, huh...? This must be getting annoying.

His ear twitched slightly as he heard his fridge being opened. He leaned over and looked to see him take one of his grape sodas, making him frown. “Why don’t you ever take the blueberry? It’s what it’s there for.” He straightened up in his seat. “You try to be accommodating, and what do you get?” A small sigh left him.

Glitch has had the ‘displeasure’ of meaning Doc? Vi never felt he was that unpleasant. Maybe he just had a bad experience with the man. “How come you don’t like Doc?”

"I'd prefer to not talk about it. Maybe at another P H A S E (time), Vi." he sighed, grumbling a bit at his forced word choices.

Reblog and when I’m online, I’ll check the notes and add you to a masterlist I’m making! Whether you’re a ask or rp, genderbent, alter ego, doesn’t matter, reblog please~!

"Eh? Who are you?" His question was directed at a man dressed in Black white and Teal. "You look…," he tilted his head, "kinda familiar…." His mind connected him with .Document for some reason. "Hey…do you know Doc?"

"P/CN." He spoke blandly. Virus138, Goes by Vi, Fairly good with Katana's and guns, current status: Not a target. "Call me Glitch, though." He nodded before a small, subconscious growl left the cyan android's lips. "Yeah, I know him. I got the D I S G U S T (displeasure) to know him." He mentally cursed himself out for the wrong word that snuck it's way out. That's no way to make a first impression you insufferable fool of an assassin!

"There are the details. If you have any questions, now is the time. If not, then leave. I’m very busy." A smirk grew. "I’m sure you’d find it very interesting.” His voice was unnervingly pleased with itself.

"Ah~! P/CN, how kind of you to visit," he said in a cheerful voice as the man enter. But he know the other won’t fall for his sweetness. He was the only one to wise up on him. P/CN, wouldn’t trust him with his life…again. But for some reason he kept coming back. "What can I do you for today?"

Opening the door, the assassin sat on the dick face's couch, not answering for a good 15 seconds before turning. "You have any jobs....?" He spoke blandly. 

He didn’t even notice bumping into the back the android and then falling backwards to land on his bottom. Only faintly feeling the pain. “Oww…” Yan look up to see blurry images and the light getting birghter and brighter. “Wh-Who—?” He tried to speak but he was falling out of consciousness already. Gold eyes fluttered closed as he fell on his back in deep slumber. 

went ʞ Ɔ ∀ ˥ q for the stranger with eyes of p ˥ O פ. "Fucking O q W I ˥." He grumbled, before picking up the other, and carried him out, he needed ˥∀ Ɔ I p Ǝ W attention. Good thing he's programmed. Sifting through the Ǝ S ∀q ∀ ┴ ∀ p, The only thing that he could find about the stranger was that his name was 'Yan' and that he worked as an assassin as well. Hm. Interesting. Hopefully the could become S Ǝ ɹ p ∀ Ԁ W O Ɔ.  Quickly, the cyan-eyed glitch hurried his way to his home, which was a long ways ⅄ ∀ M ∀. He should really, really invest in a vehicle. 

[The upside down text confused me ;w; lol]