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ANYONE want to interact with an improperly coded ANDROID? A soft boy who was ABANDONED by his creators? Who was BUILT for a purpose but not ever TOLD it? An INNOCENT, NAIVE boy who just needs friends and a hug and maybe a hot chocolate?

The BOY do I have the OC for you. 

PRESENTING: Logan. Indie. Fandomless. Semi-Selective. Android OC:

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@robothecary

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“Okay, I’ll call you Doc then,” she replied, managing to give him a small smile. That smile vanished once she glanced down at her arm. She gasp and turned away, shutting her eyes tight in aversion. She fought to open her eyes again to talk with Doc but kept her face turned in the opposite direction, refusing to look at her wound.

“[Now, if you could follow me this way-]” He said, gently leading Shojo by the arm over to a different section of the kitchenette. Ducking down, he squinted into the cabinets for a moment, before letting out a small “[Aha!]” and pulling out a clear bottle, a couple of small rags, and pair of tweezers.

hello ! would you be interested in a half - siren that got murdered by their dad , tricked into killing an entire ship crew in exchange of living on land & now lives with an old couple; helping out with their flower shop ? only to later find out that their son was on that ship too so now he’s living with unbearable guilt & regret ?

Doing some simple objects in this recent style.

Hearing the door’s bell chime, Bones paused, a potion in hand.

“[Oh! My apologies, I’ll be with you in a moment.]” He said a bit sheepishly, hurriedly re-stocking the shelves.

Quickly walking to the other side of the room, the robot places the final potion down with a satisfied sigh. Waving to the newcomer, he says: “[I apologized once more, I was a bit caught off guard by having someone this early. How can I help you today?]”

Taking a better look at the stranger, Bones was a bit curious about the stranger’s choice of wear, but brushed off the thought. Seeing the injury, he winced slightly and walked closer.

“[Ah, may I take a better look at that injury of yours? I may be able to make some recommendations based on what I see.]” The robot asked, tilting his head.

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The stranger nodded, standing up straight before slowly removing his hand from his upper arm.

A hole had been torn into the fabric of his grey coat, and underneath it was a complex mass of tiny gears, rods and orbs made of steel and glass. It looked like something had shot or chopped into the mechanism, as a few parts were bent out of shape or shaken loose. Sparks emanated from the damaged area.

Even though this was technically an apothecary and not a repair shop, if it was run by robots it was bound to have something for machines, not just for organic beings, right? At least, that had been his line of thinking.

“I can’t use my left arm,” the man clarified in a metallic voice. “I’d repair it myself, but my laboratory is too far away and I don’t have my tools with me.”

“[While most of my shop and programming is catered towards biological beings, I do have some things that can keep you from getting into worse shape as you travel.]” He said after a moment of inspection.

Walking behind the counter and into a door labeled ‘Storeroom’ one could hear his footsteps fading away as he searched. Not to long after, Bones returned holding medium-sized box. 

Around ten minutes or so later, the robot came back into the shop, with several bags of groceries. Upon seeing the woman awake, he quickly placed the groceries on the closest table and speed-walked over.

“[Are you alright miss? Are you feeling any symptoms, nausea, pain, things like that?]” The bot questioned, hands hovering over the bandaged part of her arm.

While he did feel a little bad about not introducing himself, he wanted to make sure the woman was alright first.

The sudden speed of the bot made her flinch as he came near and she cautiously held out her arm for him to look at. Her lip trembled, obviously rather frightened of her surroundings. 

About to enter, the robot paused when he heard the question.

“[Indeed, I did! How did you end up so…]” He whirred softly, looking for a better word, “[So injured? That poison was rather strong.]” He finished, ducking into the room for a moment.

Coming back out rather quickly, with both a bucket, and two small potion vials in hand. Setting the bucket next to the woman, He then strolled into a small kitchen-like area, picking up the bag of groceries on the way, and began prepping the food.

“I-I think it hurts mostly in my arm,” she told him, poking at the bandages. The skin under the bandages had a bizarre smell. She turned away and wrinkled her nose. “I was just walking around. I.. I don’t know where. I was in a forest and I heard something behind me. I don’t know if it was a gun or an arrow or.. or something else but something hit me and I ran. And.. that’s all I remember.” 

She paused and thought about his comment with the poison being strong. Her arm still hurt and, if the wound smelled that bad surely it didn’t look good either. 

“[Of course not! With proper rest and care, you’ll heal right up. It’ll take awhile, and you may feel a bit sick as your body takes care of fighting off the poison, but I can promise you’ll be fine]” He soothed.

Pulling out an onion and some tomatoes, the robot quickly cut them into smaller pieces before placing them-along with a bit of water- in the pan to simmer. Hearing the bubbling pot, the robot took the vegetables and gently slid them in. 

Squinting at the open wound, he nodded in satisfaction. It still looked horrible, but green tinge had stopped spreading, and was slowly growing smaller.

“[Despite how bad this looks, it’s much better than when you first came in. These bandages do need to be changed, and the potions reapplied.]” Bones said happily, before pausing, “[You may want to wash out the wound though. The potion take care of bacteria, but don’t do anything about thing like dirt or gravel. I should’ve done that bit earlier, but I was more worried about that poison.]”

Seeing that the Robothecary was open, a mysterious figure made his way towards the building before walking inside.

His face was hidden behind a metal mask with a beak shape, his eyes little more than pinpricks of light behind its almost rectangular eye-holes. The rest of his body was hidden underneath a grey lab coat and black gloves and boots, with a hood covering his head.

Around his neck hung a silver necklace with a large oval black gemstone in the middle of a flat octagonal pendant inscribed with geometric patterns and symbols.

His right hand was clasped over his left upper arm, and small white sparks flew out from between his fingers. It seemed he had some sort of injury (or defect?).

“[Oh! My apologies, I’ll be with you in a moment.]” He said a bit sheepishly, hurriedly re-stocking the shelves.

Quickly walking to the other side of the room, the robot places the final potion down with a satisfied sigh. Waving to the newcomer, he says: “[I apologized once more, I was a bit caught off guard by having someone this early. How can I help you today?]”

Taking a better look at the stranger, Bones was a bit curious about the stranger’s choice of wear, but brushed off the thought. Seeing the injury, he winced slightly and walked closer.