psychography

☆ futuristic version of my muse

“I sing the body electric, 

The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,

They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,

And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.”  Shauntal recites the first verse of the poem to herself as she stares down at her latest creation. Well technically it wasn’t her creation, she herself didn’t create the form in front of her. But she had made little “edits” so to speak here and there and now it was complete. Or rather he was complete. Her very own living (so to speak) android. And to think people told her she was crazy for trying to see if a ghost could possess a robotic body.

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Space, the final frontier. The idea of space travel still weirded Roark out despite it having been a part of the very fabric of humanity’s existence since who knows how long. However a job is a job and it’s how he kept food on the table. He was skilled in maintaining spaceships and knew how to work the inner mechanics better than most people. He sighed to himself, sitting back from his latest project on one of the engines and out of the window in front of him. Another ship passed them by, alien in technology. But at least there was another perk about these sort of jobs. Being able to study other planets and species outside of his homeworld.

“I’m-- I’m what?” Roark wasn’t even sure how to properly respond as he was wrapped up in a sudden hug. It wasn’t as if he minded the hug. Lance was practically a space heater after all which made for being near him feel all the more cozy and warm. But if anything, shouldn’t Roark be the one calling him huggable? What exactly was he insinuating? These questions and more ran through his mind as he absentmindedly rested his head on Lance’s shoulder. 

“Ahaha~ I’ve hadn’t gotten a chance to really get into researching you Brawly but I have heard a bit about you! You certainly have acquired a nice physique and your face is nice to look at too. But most importantly, you seem to exude confidence and who doesn’t love that! I would definitely say hot!” 

HON hot or not?

“Oh my! I should kiss the Sir Wikstrom? Well I’ve certainly wanted to get a chance to meet that chivalrous knight but I don’t know if this is really the way to go about.” She mulled over her options, tugging at her scarf. “Well, it would be rather interesting to see how he would react to a random woman kissing him. What is the proper chivalrous response to such an action? Now she was entirely curious. “Oh I hope I don’t get a certain kind of reputation for this.” 

“Ehehe, I don’t think Grims would much appreciate that. Knowing him he’ll probably call it the kiss of death.” Probably because she would make it a lot more dramatic and a hassle than she needs to be. “He kisses and tells enough for me not to need to be really that curious. Although...” She rubbed her chin in thought, “I am an undetermined factor in how he will react to a woman kissing him all of a sudden. I might get a bad taste in my mouth but all in the name of good research, right?” Hey, if it meant she could garner a good reaction out of him, what was there to loose?

“Oh Grimsley my dearest~” 

♝- Growing Old

since I answered this already as Shauntal I’ll answer it as Roark.

♖ - Their first friend

“It sounds kinda cliche but I would have to say my first friend was Pachy, back when he was a Cranidos. Okay so maybe I considered him my friend when he was still an egg but we haven’t been separated since he was first hatched. Pachy has been there for me through good times and bad and I don’t know if I would ever have made it as long as I did as a trainer. This guy knows how to cheer me up and push me when I need to be pushed. Even though the headbutting we need to work on still.... I love him a lot although it feels kind of bad that I have an easier time talking to Pachy than I do some people.”

♝- Growing Old