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Techmo had been having a rough week, both at his jobs and in social situations. When one of his friends invited him to go out to this new nightclub he had found called Club Isosceles, the cyborg was more than happy to accompany him-- after all, he could use a break. But once his friend had found a pretty girl that was interested in him, he was ditched-- leaving him with the tab too. Now all the poor guy wanted to do was kick back and relax at the bar. He was on his 4th Amaretto sour when it happened.

A drug deal gone awry. Four anonymous men who had been scattered about in the crowd donned their masks and fished out their laser submachine guns they had somehow managed to get past security. Two of the men were busying themselves keeping the now-hostage nightclubbers down and confiscating any jewelry, money, and other valuables and ways of contacting the police, one was taking the dufflebags full of drugs from upstairs and taking it out to their getaway vehicle, and the fourth one was robbing the cash registers. He pointed his gun at the bartender.

“You, put the money in the bag and don’t give me any shit!” He said, tossing a pillowcase at the man. The robber looked over at the patrons, who were all cowering under chairs and tables... all except one. The green-skinned elf was hunched over his drink, staring down at the counter, either oblivious to what was going on, or trying to ignore it.

“You, down on the ground!” The robber said. Still, he didn’t seem to respond. The criminal marched over to him, hand on his shoulder, and forced his seat to turn his way to look, pointing his gun at his chest. “I said on the ground.”

“Huhmn?” He stared at the masked man for a few moments to process what was happening. “...Oh shit, that’s a gun.” Techmo slowly rose his wobbly hands up in a surrendering motion, cybernetic eye locked in on the gun for a couple of seconds, scanning the materials to check and see if it was made of metal.

It was.

With his arms still risen, his index finger on his left, real hand pointed downward, and suddenly, the gun was forced to the ground with his metal-manipulating powers. Before the robber could react, Techmo put his metal fingers to his mouth, snapped up a spark, and blew his alchoholic breath out, creating a breath of fire that forced its way through the eyeholes of the cloth ski mask, ignighting the criminal’s head on fire. The scream alerted the other three robbers, and they aimed their guns and fired at Techmo just as he dove down behind the bar.

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I imagine that the day that Bill realized that he actually CARES for the people he let’s into whatever heart he even has left was an alarming day. It involved some amount of drinking, casual violence, and self reflection (all at the same time), but it’s something he’s long accepted about himself. He has the capacity to care. Which, honestly, makes him even more dangerous.

In that same vein, Bill’s still not a touchy feely person. The ways that he shows that he cares are more along the lines of him taking time to listen, offering to murder anyone that causes his family or close friends trouble, being honest with them, and (i imagine in Sigma’s case) tender(rough) fucking.

Strangely enough, he’s a person of moderate material pleasures. Sure, he loves to indulge in big purchases for himself and furnishing his lodge, but it’s not at a point of decadence. It’s definitely comfortable and wants to nothing.

When Bill took over Rick’s body, he offered Rick the small mercy of doing away with his “soul” as well, so he wouldn’t have to float along in oblivion for eternity. Whether that deal went through or not, Bill will not tell the truth about. It doesn’t occur to people to ask, but when it does, the answer is always different (and a threat).

Bill doesn’t sleep. Yeah, he’ll go to bed, but instead of a full power down, it’s more like putting a computer on hibernate mode only because he’s in a fleshpuppet, and that needs to rest and recover.

Actually, speaking of, since he successfully took over a physical body, a lot of supernatural abilities he has (telekinesis, pyrokinesis, levitation, mind reading...etc) transfer over as well. The only cost is that it also expends energy in the form of food, so excessive use leads to a voracious appetite after.

Okay, just because I saw this in passing -- Bill would NOT have the entire Bee Movie script tattooed on him, but he has changed the back tattoo of some random stranger into the Bee Movie script in an act of drunken shenaniganry.

Is oddly fond of “Mad Max: Fury Road” and sometimes thinks about creating a bubble universe like it to play God of -- kind of like an ant farm combined with Sims. There’s just something that’s so chaotic and wild and savage but all at the same time beautiful about that world and concept that just interests him.

Sex actually isn’t new to him -- Bill’s been around for millennia, even if he hasn’t had a physical body consistently throughout all that, he knows how it works and he does enjoy it, but discovering that perfect mix of pain and roughness in sex was something he particularly enjoys about having a physical body.

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