Moved!

Since Mun is going back to college, I needed to be able to manage my blogs easier. For that reason, Nix has been moved to a side-blog on my main RP account.

The new blog is @blazingnix

“She’s kissing up to the captain when you’re not here...-he even put a bed for her on his desk. Funny, considering he was against having another animal in the firehouse.”

“And she keeps trying to sneak on the truck...-Pretty sure she misses you though,” he grins, “maybe you should come visit her.”

Phoenix wasn't sure what to expect from Buck; for all he knew the guy could go rat him out now. Maybe he was a fool for being so open--he tensed at the idea. But the instant the other firefighter revealed himself and Nix saw the softened look in Buckley's eyes, his fear melted away. The android smiled sadly, face still covered in ash. ”Yeah...-well, it’s only been a day and yet it feels like a week. Leaving was...-, ” Nix looked away, hoping down from his seat on the counter. ”...-it sucked.”

”The central department is all I’ve ever known. It’s the one place in this city that I was safe...-the people there are my family. Not many androids get that lucky. I guess I forgot they could all be taken away so easily.” Nix scans the line of lockers, finding his own labeled as ’plastic.’ He smiled bitterly, opening it to find it empty. Of course they’d take his clothes--the only thing he was allowed to own here and they took it as a joke. Didn’t Buck warn him about this? Oh, he’ll surely get them back. He sighs and shuts it, ”Well. Being emotional has been fun and all, but I've got some revenge to take.”

As others began taking interest in Sparky, Phoenix spotted Buck slipping away from the corner of his eyes. He’s then reminded of his guilt--as much as he’d like to sit here with his beloved dog all night, he had to set things right. Affectionately ruffling the fur on Sparky’s head, Nix leans forward to whisper in his ear, ”Keep ’em entertained for me, pal.”

He stands, taking advantage of the crew being distracted to slip away as well. Once inside the locker room, he perches himself atop the long counter that sported several sinks. Nix crosses his legs comfortably, leaning against the wall.

”Sparky saved my life once, you know, ” he breaks the silence, eyes focused on the ground, ”...-that’s when things starting really coming together for me. I wasn’t supposed to be afraid to die--wasn’t even supposed to consider myself alive. But as the flames got closer, as my system told me I only had ten minutes left...something snapped.”

”Nothing would have stopped me from doing what I did back there. Not even a direct order.” Phoenix sighed, finally looking at Buck, ”Don’t ask me why, but I trust you, Evan Buckley. But your crew? Not yet. Maybe not ever. Sometimes I have to play the good little robot.” He rolls his eyes, ”If the wrong person finds out...-they’ll decommission me and maybe even others. I can't risk that.”

His expression shifts slightly uncomfortably at the mention of some secret code embedded within him. He liked to think his against-orders heroics were of his own design--not something intended all along. ”Yeah...-maybe.” He doesn't want to think too much into it.

”I dunno...in my line of work, the kind of emotions I was exposed to on a daily basis...-it got to me, I guess? I gradually started to understand how it made people feel when they suddenly lost everything in a house fire. People tend to forget I'm an android when I’m pulling them from danger...-I just,” he sighs, staring into his glass, ”maybe that had something to with it.”

”I knew I was supposed to act as a mindless shield, but somewhere along the way, I started protecting them because I wanted to...-because I cared.”

Phoenix seems relieved, though he didn’t doubt for a moment the fellow android would know exactly how to help. “...hate to be a bummer, but it’s ah...I need a sympathy arrangement.” He sighs, seeming genuinely saddened, “one of our sister departments lost a member in action recently.”

The android sighed, annoyed that anyone would doubt his crew. They were the best Detroit had to offer and no one would needlessly lose their life on his watch. ”...-I understand it’s frustrating. You’re an officer of the law, supposed to protect people, right? But we’re the ones that step in where flames are involved. Get in our way, and you’re not just risking your life, but the life of my crew and the other victims.”

”It’s easy to rush into the fire, but not so simple to get out,” he lectures as they descend. It was a little hypocritical of him, he’d admit. How many times had his crew given him the same lecture? Still, at least Phoenix knew what he was doing when he rushed in.

”...-fine, but just know I am exceedingly faster than you and if you try to take off, your ass will be in the exact same position it is now.” He warns, not really caring whether or not Gavin picked up on his less-than-machine attitude. He was still annoyed and maybe not thinking about it too much, his mind on the approaching inferno, as in the process of putting the detective down, his hand grasped the man’s ass. The second Gavin is on his feet, however, he realizes.

”Stay behind me, detective, ” he advises as they enter the building, ”I am designed to withstand collapse--although chances of structural failure are currently low, it’s best to stay safe.” Even if the cop clearly held disdain toward him, Nix would perform his duty to protect.

”Yeah...I was sent the file. She was elderly, right?” What kind of sick freak does something like this to a poor old lady? Just the thought of it pisses him off. He doesn't voice this, however, carefully playing his part. ”That’s possible. But androids don't leave much of a trace, do we? What would be the point in burning down a building to hide evidence when there is none to connect you with the crime?” He isn't exactly programmed to think like a detective, but that made enough sense to him. ”Unless they like setting fires for the dramatic effect, I guess.”

He stops in his tracks as he rounds a corner, eyes locked on the floor. There, now solidified at room temperature and melded with the ashy foundation was a pool of plastic and metal: a solid indication that some poor android hadn’t made it out in time. Unable to hide his reaction, his eyes harden, fists clenching slightly. As far as he’s concerned, this is a double-homicide.

| First Meet Starters |

Phoenix didn't exactly frequent the DPD, despite its proximity to the Detriot Central Fire Station. He didn't have any business there and, whereas he had free reign of the fire station, he still had to act like a machine when within the police department.

Still, he’d been sent to inspect the building: to make sure everything was up to current fire code. Though, he’s distracted from his work when he sees the fellow android. Strange, why was a teen model working in the police department? Curiosity got the better of him and, when no one is looking, he makes his way over, flashing a friendly smile.

”I bet you’ve got an interesting job around here, don't you?”