#anunlikelyduo

 "You better take care of that 'pretty' face of yours. We don't want anything to happen to it..." was that a threat? Coming from Gavin it was most likely. The tone would fit as well.

“You sound quite DISTRAUGHT, detective.“ Connor spoke, a gentle trace of surprise lingering in his voice.

@an-unlikely-duo​: Nines opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, sighed and tried again "I don't think you are damaged goods. I think you are a kind man that has been hurt very badly." he said without looking at Gavin "And you are still holding onto that pain, but that doesn't make you broken." then he sighed again "I'm talking about stuff I don't really understand again, because I'm a machine..."

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“Tch. You don’t sound like any fucking machine that I know about. I thought that was the whole reasons androids went deviant, ‘cause of their feelings. Sayin’ they were alive.” Exactly how Gavin had once wanted them to be. It felt like eons ago when he was still on the project, watching Chloe blossom into the personality she was, and feeling so proud of her, at how alive she was. Now every android was alive, thanks to her, and thanks to him, though he wouldn’t dare say such a thing out loud.

He wasn’t sure how other models, whose faceplates had been mass-produced, were able to deal with seeing perfect copies of themselves all around the place, day in day out. Well... not perfect copies, of course. A human would not be able to tell the difference between two PL600 models. An android would.

It was still an unsettling thought.

And so, as an all too familiar figure caught his eye, Connor found himself frozen in place, for the blink of an eye, terror sweeping over him. He had not quite gotten used to feeling fear yet and so, overcoming it was still a challenge, at times. It took a moment for him to jump back into action, valuable seconds of whatever advantage he would have over the other lost in the process.

His programming was telling him to approach the potential source of danger, to take it out while he still could. His instincts were telling him to run. 

He had his face. He had his face, there was no doubt about it. Another RK800 model, though this one was... different. Not just the Cyberlife-issued uniform, no, the way he carried himself, minor changes to his face, barely visible for the human eye...

Androids were, after all, keener than their former masters.

He felt a shiver run up his spine (although, technically, such a reaction was physically impossible for an android) as the other turned to look right at him, their eyes meeting, warm brown, and icy blue staring each other down. It seemed like fate had made the decision for him. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

He had to stand his ground and fight - and he was certain a fight was what awaited him.

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“Be careful not to get lost. We don’t need anyone becoming part of the scrap heap.” Simon himself was looking around for spare parts and any already dead androids that had thirium to spare. There was just no other way to get the things they needed safely. And there was so little to even get like this. “Grab whatever you can carry but don’t risk too much. And if you find any of ours asking for mercy, give it to them. They deserve to rest after the torment they’ve endured.”

The blonde began scanning the area for anything they might need. Spare pump regulators, limbs, and other things they could never seem to get enough of. After an hour the group collectively had thirteen spare limbs, four regulators, and an auditory receptor. There were maybe five bottles of blue blood. Simon was growing disheartened; they were finding less and less to salvage every time they went out.

@an-unlikely-duo​ said: When Gavin sees those bunny ears, he covers his mouth with an amused grin. Shit, that was so damn cute. "Are they soft?" he asked curiously.

Soft?

Prompted by the other’s inquiry the RK900 unit lifts his hand to touch his index finger and his thumb to the bunny ears attached to his head. The one subjected to his inspection twitches lightly, though not a trace of emotion can be perceived in reaction to the occurrence.

“I do suppose, by human standards, you could consider them soft, indeed.“ the android stated finally, nodding to himself, satisfied with the assessment.

“I hope you are aware everyone can hear you. There is no point in muttering.“

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“Something I wish actually existed?” He pulled up his collar a bit to cover his mouth. There was a mirthless chuckle. “Redemption, maybe. I don’t think it’s real.”

His arms moved to wrap around himself as though to hold himself together. “I’m scared of everyone forgetting me. I’m just a domestic model, I’m not special like all of them. I’m scared they could just replace me..”