bot con

[betterthangarlond]

[ Nero had not been quiet about how he disliked his body being used to make these androids - these many beings. He'd scraped quite a few already. but this time, he'd heard one of these robots had begun to run a gym in the city of Kanto.

And, so, he's going along with G'raha. ] I don't get it, 'raha - you want to talk to it?

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[aneyeonthepast]

[It… kind of bothers G'raha, honestly- but still, it's not right that someone went and made all those androids without permission, is it? This one, though…. G'raha spreads out his hands.]

They have responsibilities! I think- it's probably not right to just rip them out of that.

[betterthangarlond]

[ Nero shrugged, a little. It was different for G'raha - after all, these weren't G'rahas... what were they to Nero? He didn't want to know. ] Then it's all yours. I'll be out here - can't stand any of them.

[ The doors are slide to open. ]

[aneyeonthepast]

[It would probably be weird for G'raha if they had been his! But they'd… belong, maybe?]

All right. I'll let you know what I found out then.

[ooh. It takes a moment, and then he reaches out to slide then open and enter.]

[z_conversion]

[ Inside was... well, a rather fine looking young man, the LED on the side of his head flickering blue. He was sitting at the desk there, casually playing with a coin. He's got a rather neat coin trick, after all. But after a moment, his light flickers a little yellow, and his gaze met G'raha. ]

Hello. I am Connor, the android sent by Silph-- [ he says, trying to stop himself from repeating the line that had been programmed into him. Except don't this line - the JN800, as marked on his jacket - often call themselves Jenny? ]

[aneyeonthepast]

[Oh- that's interesting! G'raha tries to follow the coin for a few moments, before clearing his throat and stepping forward.]

I see! I was just- hoping to talk to you for a little while, ah- Connor, you said?

[z_conversion]

Yes, Connor...

[ Whoops, his eyes have turned to gazing at G'rahas' ears, eyes widening. He's-- never seen any Miqo'te or the such before. There's a soft little bit of a gasp, buried by his expression turning as serious as he can muster. ]

...we can talk. The Gym Leader is currently unable to take any challengers, however.

[aneyeonthepast]

Connor, then! [interesting. If this one's decided to choose a name- that seems like something significant.] I'm G'raha.

That's all right! I'd like to knowa little about you- how long have you been here?

[theimpure]

[ It was far from where all that... mess was happening. One of the many small houses the combined Scions and Ironworks kept - for those who desire to protect this world. A dark shadow, however, seemed to be there as well. Seeking the resting Thancred, by leaning into him.

Of course, whatever it was didn't feel like a person or a Pokemon. And for now, it looked just like a black shadow, no features. Prodding at him, with tendril-like fingers. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

[He senses the presence, of course- shifting to peer at it. A shadow, huh…. But he's not so concerned, for the moment- this place is usually safe enough.]

Hello? Who might you be, then…

[he's going to poke down, just gently!]

[theimpure]

[ The creature was frozen when they noticed Thancred had seen them, golden slits opening on their face. Eyes, clearly - because they didn't move as they talked. Their voice almost sounded like two, mixed together. Both masculine. Both charming. ]

...A friend.

[wordsinthesoul]

[Gold- it's a nice colour. He watches, wondering, hand still outstretched, curious about the creature's voice. Trying to listen to the mix is strange- but it's nice.]

I'd hope so, if you're in here. [he smiles, though, tilting his head.] Is there something I can call you? Or would you prefer that?

[theimpure]

[ It puts a hand to his - the outline of blackened Ascian-esque sleeves visible. Their eyes narrowed, trying to think. ]

I am Miscarlet.

[wordsinthesoul]

[Oh- he stares at the sleeves for a moment, a little concerned, but looks back up at their eyes.]

Miscarlet, then. And- you knew me, I'm taking it? To come here, I mean.

[theimpure]

[ Time passed. More then a single day - because really, Miscarlet liked having a home. But they had this to do.

The edge of the wastes have quite a bit of sand on them - sand tainted with a wrong smell. But the Lighthouse is visible, in what looks like the distance. Miscarlet, far more formless then when they were at rest, looks to it. ]

...They're expecting somebody, then. This God. [ They eventually say, voice cracking. Afraid. Miscarlet was mainly Ascian, and yet it was fearful? It was barely a walk to the lighthouse, but Miscarlet didn't want to go there. Didn't want to get hurt again by the sounds.

Oh, there were sounds. Radio waves, the sounds of the famous Gamblers' Radio at an unreasonable volume. Though Thancred wouldn't feel it, the waves were disrupting this formless shape Miscarlet put up. ] I shall wait at the edges - if anything happens, please call for me. I will save you - no matter what.

[wordsinthesoul]

[Honestly, he doesn't mind that it's ben more than a day- he's curious, but he likes spending time with his family, too.

He frowns, looking out at the Lighthouse- feathers a little puffed already. The waves aren't bothering him as much, but it's still loud.]

It looks like it- but they wouldn't have known about us specifically, would they?

[He reaches out to Miscarlet.] I will. Thank you. It's very reassuring to know you'll be there.

[theimpure]

...They wouldn't. [ But their voice is unsure, letting out a soft little whine. Softly, gently, Miscarlet lets go.

They let go. They're standing at the edge, form distorting more. Thancred will be alone. At least, he won't have another with him. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

Mm, I didn't think so. [he's trying to sound sure, then.

Thancred lets go slowly, too, taking a long (worried) look before he turns- heading further in, towards the Lighthouse.]

[shotinhead]

[ Once he arrives at the Lighthouse, the door is slightly open. But there's a slightly old machine by the door - a Securitron with a generic police face - by said door. ]

You got business here, partner?

[ ...the voice sounds more emotive then the older machine would imply. The same technology Silph uses? Or part of this so-called God. If Thancred looks behind him, though, the deserts seem to stretch forever.

It must be magic. Right? ]

[wordsinthesoul]

[He glances back, to see what he sees, and… that's disconcerting. He must still be able to leave, though, right?

He looks at the Securitron, raising one hand in greeting.]

I'm looking to speak with the person living here.

[arcaniststaff]

[ It had begun with just a phonecall. Urianger, since coming here, had become a lot more clear on what he felt. What he liked, what he disliked, what he had done.

But this time, his speech had been quiet. It had gone to voicemail, and Urianger had struggled to explain. But... he was pregnant. As an Ascian, he could have his body be more feminine or masculine - in all senses of the word - and Moenbryda didn't want to carry children.

Likely, this was going to be how Alisaie and Alphinaud were reborn, as well. Before coming to the New World, Louisoix had talked to him and Moenbryda. Asked them to care for the twins, to bring them forth if they needed to. And, well...

Urianger had thought he was only going to share the news, and set up a room for him. Ever since Elidibus had left their company again, there was nobody who knew exactly what Ascian pregnancy was like. But he'd gotten his own room, with a nice bed and. Well. A pillow pile, with a computer in case he needed to do some work or study. Even then, Urianger didn't know how a Spoken went though pregnancy either.

Umbrosa had dropped off a bit of food earlier, as Urianger wanted the room a little dark and quiet. When Thancred arrived, the Ascian would be... chewing a pillow with their tummy mouth, having finished eating. Moenbryda? She was still working, but also out to get some supplies. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

[The news is definitely a surprise, Thancred listening to the voicemail a couple of times before he realises, feathers rising in excitement. This- he doesn't know for sure if it will be the twins, but- it's exciting for the two of them, isn't it?

He does send a message- he's excited, he wants to see- but it's a little incoherent!

Thancred offers a small greeting when he arrives, smiling at Moenbryda and Urianger. He tilts his head, wondering. Is there anything in the pillow?]

How're you feeling? I- you don't mind if I join you, I hope?

[arcaniststaff]

[ !! Urianger seems to brighten, seeing Thancred. Smile. Gently wave, but not stand. He already looked rather bloated... but, after all, he was carrying an egg or two. Before he laid them, they'd leave him big and beautiful. But really, Urianger was restless and this pillow was. There. ]

I'd not expected how tired it'd make me.

[wordsinthesoul]

[He gives a little surprised sound, making his way over to flop down next to Urianger.]

It's strange- I don't know what it's like personally, but- you're carrying another life, after all. I'd… imagine it would. Do you need anything?

[arcaniststaff]

You've not laid before? [ Oh god that's a personal question isn't it. Urianger suddenly looks embarrassed, but moves to cuddle up to Thancred. ] I-- could use company. Moenbryda is working, and Umbrosa is busy.

[wordsinthesoul]

I- well, no, I hadn't thought I could. [he's… wondering, now. He cuddles around Urianger.]. I'm glad you'd have me for company. Do you mind if I touch it?