#becomedeviant

“ Ohthankgod, I’m finally done. “ The succubus had muttered under her breath. Quietly, she had set down the bag of salt in her hands behind the nearest object. Manuvering herself beside it, she peered at Connor.

He had to have noticed. Right? Because her awkwardly bending and crouching just out of reach but not out of eye sight, definitely looks suspicious as all hell. ... But he didn’t say anything. Why didn’t he say anything? Did he realiz— he’s a walking computer. He knows. He knows that’s that she was trying to mess with his code. There’s no other explanation.

But. What. Would. He. Do.

@becomedeviant​ said: *sets all the furbies on fire. they must be stopped.*

Shit, shit, shit, shit! Ugh...all she’d wanted was to get out of the stupid snow storm. Winter had reared its ugly head way too quickly for Pixi’s liking, and she hadn’t been able to find a faerie grove or tree or even a bush she could rest in, so she’d opted for an innocuous-looking house: it was better than having her wings freeze off or something. And now, of course, that decision was biting her in the butt.

@becomedeviant || this is beautiful, thank you

“Hey, hey-!”

Markus recoiled out of Connor’s grip, brandishing a very stern and entirely not to be taken seriously finger at the younger RK.

“No.”

              ❛ Have I ever lied to you? Use whatever you like Connor. Or don’t, there’s no one stopping you. ❜

The paint on his fingers haven’t dried - a fact he’s reminded of when he goes to pick up another brush. Markus’ brows crease for a moment, reaching for a towel instead. When Carl’d requested to meet the others in his ‘super android cabinet’, Markus knew his father would take a liking to them.

As it were, Carl was still in recovery and had all but thrown Markus and Connor out of the room when it was time for him to get changed and ready for bed. This was all with the threat to Connor that “if he didn’t make himself comfortable then my poor human heart just might fail again”. Which is exactly why Markus had offered Connor a space in the studio to do as he pleased with whatever caught his fancy while Markus put some finishing touches on a private collection he was working on.

It was always fascinating to watch new minds in the space, see where their thoughts lead them, and Markus had the sneaking suspicion that Connor’d never picked up a brush or sculpting tool in his life and ra9 help him, Markus was curious.

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❝Well, he’s a prototype YK model, not issued anywhere else. A one of a kind. However,from what I understand he should function like the others. Just--the fact his series was recalled--they don’t usually do that, Lieutenant.❞ 

Hank wasn’t at a CyberLife store, he wasn’t even anywhere legally licensed by CyberLife. He was at a repair shop in town that sold androids out the back. Highly illegal but Hank didn’t care, not like they were hurting anyone. He kinda linked it in with gambling to be honest. See, YK models were a lot more expensive than your usual androids, because they were new and therefor more sought after. So Hank wanted to find one that was relatively cheap but would serve the same function. This sounded like what he wanted, just the possible chance of side effects from being recalled was a little frightening. 

The Red Ice Ring was Hank's baby more or less. He had started looking into it early in his Detective years and it fully bloomed when he got a breakthrough. Finding out one of their locations and breaking it down. They broke two of the people out of the sixteen they arrested that day. It wasn't much but it was more progress than anyone had made since the arrival of Red Ice following the creation of the Androids and Thirium 310.

Androids were all the rise recently, so many of them falling into creation and being turned into so many different things from sex box to just your every day household care takers. Often times now he couldn't take Cole to the playground without running into so many of them. It seemed every kid had an android now to walk them to school or pick them up or play with them at the playground. The days Hank dropped Cole off at the playground to run around there was an android on every corner waiting along with them.

Hank didn't hate androids, he just didn't understand. Cole was a baby truly, just learning to talk, and he the kid knew more about then than he did. Cole loved to sit down and talk to his Daddy about androids, babbling about them and making them sound like an imaginary friend. He wanted so badly to be able to have one, to have a friend, as he 'attempted' to word it. Hank just rolled his eyes and shook his head, dismissing all of it because he didn't care for them. He honestly thought they were a little weird and he didn't want someone spying on him.

But they were vital to the Red Ice Ring which was why Hank was so focused in on them now. He needed to understand them so he could understand Red Ice. Once they figured that out he was sure they could take down all of it. But there was that hitch, understanding them.

Hank today, putting aside his desire to figure androids out, was on another lead about a warehouse that had possibly been creating and selling Red Ice. With a team of members and himself leading it they broke down the front door and sweat the place. They did a thorough clean out, arrested those that they could, killed about four who tried to fight back and it was in the back of all of it that Hank found an android strung out, chest out for everyone to see and a steady leak of thirium falling from it into whatever was collecting it at the bottom.

Hank cut the wires that were keeping them strung up, helped lower them down to the ground and knelt in front of—him? It looked Male. ❝I think he's alive.❞

❝I think you mean it.❞