The Negotiator

hey yall, Hank and Gavin are gonna move over to my newly formed multi-muse blog. if you wanna find them and other muses over there for writing in the future. im finally biting that bullet and trying out a multi-muse blog since my adhd meds are *starting* to help me really sit down and focus on things. but also, if youre interested in seeing ff15/16/7r content, Dragon Age, witcher, a sprinkle of marvel, Death Stranding, and a few others come along! and/or if you get a follow from @ashesbloodstardust , thats me. ;]

Interview ?'s || Always Accepting

[ 🔷 ] Android Hank in his base verse does not have tattoos. (though there could be the possibility of tattoos depending on the verse and situation....)

[ 🥃 ] (I don't remember of Hank is revealed in canon to have any tattoos...)

Interview ?'s || Always accepting

[ 🔷 ] Being told to shut up, or things like "how do you know?" when more often than not, he does know or can find out easily enough.

Casual disregard for others' wellbeing. People that put others at risk absolutely make Hank's processes go a little haywire. He'd grind his teeth in irritation probably.

Interview ?'s || Always accepting

[ 🔷 ] These kinds of questions were ... uncomfortable for Hank to answer. Only because it was designed to make him 'think' and decide on a thing that wasn't inside his normal parameters of protocols, programming and processing.

"Maybe one in which I can shut down the programs that are only meant for the mission. Just a few days of not being tethered to this seemingly pointless round of hunting androids that have fallen outside the acceptable parameters of social norms."

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Interview ?'s || Always accepting

[ 🔷 ] Hank was clearly processing what would constitute an android equivalent of human embarrassment, but he wasn't certain of anything of the sort had actually happened. Well, perhaps...

"I was kicked in the shin by a child. I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed for myself or or the child, it seemed to have hurt their foot when they did it."

Wet Dreams || Accepting (posting on Sinday only)

@adventures-written : Connor

[ 🥃 ] Hank was just a tad drunk by by the time he was willing to admit the wet dream he had. Even thinking about it now, a sharp twinge of sexual desire tightened in his stomach. It's not that he'd ever consciously thought of Connor like that--but apparently the closeness they have been developing was producing some.... interesting subconscious thoughts in Hank's mind. He couldn't help it--Connor was stupidly handsome, cute even. Whoever designed him really was trying to break hearts, turn heads, and apparently, give people wet dreams.

"I dunno. I was just trying to get some relief, I guess? In the dream, I mean... Home alone, I thought--something random on the TV that I wasn't really paying attention to. Wasn't really thinking about nothing, either, but I was dreamin' this anyway, so who knows?"

The lieutenant took another drink from his glass of whiskey and set it down carefully, licking the sharp flavor from his lip before he continued. "Just doing my business, eyes closed and just relaxing... Then, I--He was there. I felt the cushion dip a little as his knee pressed down on the couch and his hand on was mine. It wasn't... cool or anything like I thought it would be. Nah, just.. like a regular hand, couldn't even tell the difference other than it wasn't mine."

"Dream logic or something, but he knew exactly how to do it, too. Just the right way to get me so far gone I remember I was squirming on the couch, clinging to it and him like I was drowning. He was so close to me, too, talking dream nonsense, probably, but I wasn't paying attention. I remember being so close I was about to lose my mind but-- He fucking stopped and at first I was pissed, what a fucking tease, Connor--! Then it just get better, I guess. He really likes sticking things in his mouth he probably shouldn't but... I was not about to say any damned thing. Dream-me just wanted to finish. I was so loud, Jesus Christ, but that mouth was so good I think I could barely breathe for how much noise I was making.. Don't remember much else but those damned eyes looking up at me after and hair messed up where I must have been holding on, expecting a response probably, for how good he did, but I wasn't about to be able to talk. But if it was as good as the dream made it seem like, that android's got a filthy mouth and knows how to use it."

Character Solidifying || Always Accepting

[ 🔷 ] HK800 has a surprisingly vivid ability to extrapolate a series of images based on educated guesses that would probably be the equivalent of a clear imagination. It's possible this was written into his design, making it easier to attempt to predict the erratic behavior of deviants. But that also settles him too close to the line to cross of deviancy, itself. It may also lend to why he makes accurate guesses at the welfare of the humans around him, who make seemingly irrational or irresponsible choices with their health. It isn't so simple as JUST his programming; because, in fact, he has blocks written into his protocols to prioritize the mission on a case by case basis over potential dangers to the humans working with and around him. Something Hank regularly reorders, much to his Cyberlife programmers' dismay.

Part of what leads him to Connor's door even without an urgent case matter to pursue, is a series of thought lines in his ongoing processing code that provides him with vivid concerns for the human's welfare, given his pension for not looking after himself properly. (to those human!Connors that applies to, anyway)

The further into deviancy he goes, the more abstract the 'daydreaming' and imagination will go. Thinking of more domestic things, like dogs(or cats), possibly changing up his outfits to blend more seamlessly into his work, and caring about the humans around him that seem to accept him as part of their workforce. And music. He hasn't found a type of music he doesn't like, yet, when that becomes relevant to him in the future.