#heavenofandroids

@heavenofandroids

Kuze had searched for months for Motoko in his new body. He thought that maybe, just maybe, she had been killed, but he knew that couldn’t be. She was far too strong for that. However, the new Shell he had chosen was so damaged, it seemed he couldn’t even access his own network properly to find her. 

He had heard of some work being done with Androids in America and he thought that maybe the tech there could help him find Motoko once more... Or maybe just find a whole new life...

He’d made his way to a city called Detroit, what seemed to be the hub for all android activity. However, he immediately regretted his decision to come to America since literally every person who saw him either stared at him in confusion or screamed in terror despite the large hoodie he wore. So he knew he had to get out of the city. He ended up following a trail of energy that led up the mountains and Kuze soon found himself at a mansion way up in the hills. He easily bypassed any security and started searching through the discarded mechanical parts and technology that resided behind the home. The good thing about the new body though was that he was even stronger than before, so he was easily able to pick up large parts of machinery to see if they were useful.

However, Kuze’s assumption that no one was home was incorrect, and he was soon face to face with a woman who didn’t look the least bit pleased. Kuze said nothing but had his hand on the hilt of the gun in his pocket.

[Sentence starters] Life is Strange; accepting!

@heavenofandroids

Amelia looked at the woman confused. Was she insulting the fact that she was a child? Her own creator? Kamski created androids- adult and child alike- to serve various purposes and now she was slighting the young one because she was just that? It hurt.

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

Ralph gasped softly as his head was jerked up, forced to meet his so-called creator’s eyes -- eyes that made him tense up immediately, the hand gripping his knife twitching slightly like he was uncertain if he should fight back or not.

He chose not.

“Ralph--Ralph meant no harm,” He blurted out, not quite sure what he was supposed to say but odds were he was in trouble. “He...he is sorry.”

my brother, my brother, and me / starter sentences. (pt. I)