Artificial and Given Life

[[LET’S KEEP IT VAGUE AND MYSTERIOUS BECAUSE I LIKE SURPRISES.]]

He didn’t know why he’d come here. Cale was just… wandering, trying to clear his head. The multiverse he was familiar with had been so loud and chaotic, only the respite of a new world seemed possible.

No, there was nothing here. Nothing for a long while, until— 

"Ah." It was a soft voice, far away. Quiet, weak, small, and yet even, holding no emotion. 

When he turned he saw her- Andrea, broken, her face scarred with a W, the synthetic skin peeled back and cauterized to show the mechanical workings underneath. Her arm was stripped of all skin, and her eyes glowed unnaturally, even brighter than they ever had before. 

Yet it was… unsettling. He hadn’t seen anyone since he got here, not even the drones and—

Oh god.

Cale almost didn’t recognize her, so much mangled flesh and steel. He rushed over, kneeling beside Andea’s broken form. How long had she just been sitting here like this? Why hadn’t her Lady repaired her?

Slowly, she stood, legs seemingly weak. "You always say that. I do not know if I should believe you or not." 

Reprogrammed AU

It’d been quite some time since Wily bartered Rock off to another world. Though the Light-bots were virtually outdated after the trade (now that Wily had the specs for a reploid to work with), there was something sentimental about still having Light’s boys to hold over the old man’s head. Cale’s subsequent capture and fine tuning went smoothly, better even than his predecessors’ had. It was a lot like having Rock again when he was shiny and new, only this time Wily wouldn’t make the same mistakes that lead to practically ruining DLN 001 and forced him to wipe the older machine. This time he wouldn’t let the quirks live, he’d stamp them out and make what he’d always intended to.

The irony of the situation was lost on Cale. She was a foreigner, a diplomat from another world, and little more than a stranger to him. Wily she was ‘technically’ a guest to their universe, she was not allowed to roam outside of the tower. And finding her well on her way toward the main doors… well that just wouldn’t do.

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

[[Have a Maverick]]

It wasn’t really Andrea’s fault he lashed out at her initially. His programming was so skewed and broken it occasionally caused him to enact old protocols— despite the fact his master was long dead. One such protocol she might have been familiar with, considering her previous visits to the tower.

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

She reaches out to him, fingers lightly playing over his own collar, hard eyes examining the runes and markings on it. Her lips thin. “An interesting spell for a human. I have seen such wards before…”

Right, she’s a fae, they almost always know more than they let on. Rock sighs, rubbing his throat

[[LET’S KEEP IT VAGUE AND MYSTERIOUS BECAUSE I LIKE SURPRISES.]]

He didn’t know why he’d come here. Cale was just… wandering, trying to clear his head. The multiverse he was familiar with had been so loud and chaotic, only the respite of a new world seemed possible.

No, there was nothing here. Nothing for a long while, until-- 

"Ah." It was a soft voice, far away. Quiet, weak, small, and yet even, holding no emotion. 

When he turned he saw her- Andrea, broken, her face scarred with a W, the synthetic skin peeled back and cauterized to show the mechanical workings underneath. Her arm was stripped of all skin, and her eyes glowed unnaturally, even brighter than they ever had before. 

Reprogrammed AU

It’d been quite some time since Wily bartered Rock off to another world. Though the Light-bots were virtually outdated after the trade (now that Wily had the specs for a reploid to work with), there was something sentimental about still having Light’s boys to hold over the old man’s head. Cale’s subsequent capture and fine tuning went smoothly, better even than his predecessors’ had. It was a lot like having Rock again when he was shiny and new, only this time Wily wouldn’t make the same mistakes that lead to practically ruining DLN 001 and forced him to wipe the older machine. This time he wouldn’t let the quirks live, he’d stamp them out and make what he’d always intended to.

The irony of the situation was lost on Cale. She was a foreigner, a diplomat from another world, and little more than a stranger to him. Wily she was ‘technically’ a guest to their universe, she was not allowed to roam outside of the tower. And finding her well on her way toward the main doors… well that just wouldn’t do.

[[Have a Maverick]]

It wasn’t really Andrea’s fault he lashed out at her initially. His programming was so skewed and broken it occasionally caused him to enact old protocols— despite the fact his master was long dead. One such protocol she might have been familiar with, considering her previous visits to the tower.

None of those was real. It shouldn’t be— couldn’t be. But it was, wasn’t it? He could smell the bitter scent of coolant in the air, feel her synthetic skin against his…

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

She reaches out to him, fingers lightly playing over his own collar, hard eyes examining the runes and markings on it. Her lips thin. "An interesting spell for a human. I have seen such wards before..."

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

[[Have a Maverick]]

It wasn’t really Andrea’s fault he lashed out at her initially. His programming was so skewed and broken it occasionally caused him to enact old protocols— despite the fact his master was long dead. One such protocol she might have been familiar with, considering her previous visits to the tower.

((Shhh, I love to torment Andrea it’s wonderful. Lesse AU time… Hrm… Perhaps an Urban/Modern Fantasy AU?))

The collar was cold iron, and Rock was one to know how damaging that was for Fae. The woman, ethereally beautiful, utterly inhuman in tone, speech, movement, sudden became distraught as the lock clicked into place. There was the sound of sharp hissing- the iron burned at her skin, and she howled in pain. 

"…but it goes a lot smoother if you don’t fight the current, you know what I mean?" It wasn’t that he didn’t empathize with her, but that he was much too tired to extend her any shred of comfort or help. 

Reprogrammed AU

It’d been quite some time since Wily bartered Rock off to another world. Though the Light-bots were virtually outdated after the trade (now that Wily had the specs for a reploid to work with), there was something sentimental about still having Light’s boys to hold over the old man’s head. Cale’s subsequent capture and fine tuning went smoothly, better even than his predecessors’ had. It was a lot like having Rock again when he was shiny and new, only this time Wily wouldn’t make the same mistakes that lead to practically ruining DLN 001 and forced him to wipe the older machine. This time he wouldn’t let the quirks live, he’d stamp them out and make what he’d always intended to.

The irony of the situation was lost on Cale. She was a foreigner, a diplomat from another world, and little more than a stranger to him. Wily she was ‘technically’ a guest to their universe, she was not allowed to roam outside of the tower. And finding her well on her way toward the main doors… well that just wouldn’t do.