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April Catch-All
Who: Vira-Lorr, Equius Zahhak, Neopolitan & You!
What: Event Log Open and General Open OPtions for the Month
When: April, out and about
Where: Various Locations around Trench
Content Warnings:
Vira-Lorr - Xenomorph/Alien Horror, Acidic Blood, Possible attempted abduction, blood, potential transformations and temporary insanity, character death is possible
Neopolitan - Severe Hopelessness, Corruption Issues, Reckless Behavior
Equius - General, Mind-Boggling Stupidity, being rescued by a big sweaty idiot, towels.
So many towels.
Too many towels.
Burning orbs of light depositing towels everywhere.
Individual character prompts will be put inside with options
What: Event Log Open and General Open OPtions for the Month
When: April, out and about
Where: Various Locations around Trench
Content Warnings:
Vira-Lorr - Xenomorph/Alien Horror, Acidic Blood, Possible attempted abduction, blood, potential transformations and temporary insanity, character death is possible
Neopolitan - Severe Hopelessness, Corruption Issues, Reckless Behavior
Equius - General, Mind-Boggling Stupidity, being rescued by a big sweaty idiot, towels.
So many towels.
Too many towels.
Burning orbs of light depositing towels everywhere.
Individual character prompts will be put inside with options
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Taking something...?
Still feeling disoriented, it took him several more moments of sorting through his memory to comprehend what Equius was talking about. The butterflies, that inexorable feeling of despair — the pieces rapidly fell into place.
"I think they feed on positive emotions..." Hope tended to be a nebulous concept to K as well, though he may have been more familiar with it than the troll carrying him. Especially with how painful it could be when taken away. "Whatever it was doing to me, I couldn't look away."
A beat, and he realised, "You helped me?" He sounded astonished. The people in Trench certainly treated him better than anyone in his home universe ever had, but he wasn't used to being on the receiving end of that kind of selflessness.
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"Yes. that was the intent. The fewer people getting taken over by this effect, the less damage there is. You are intact? Not too much damage, I hope? I am not exactly... skilled at addressing issues of the think pan."
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"I feel intact...?" Even if he sounded uncertain. "I probably have less to worry about, considering. Programmed emotions." That he was pretty sure had developed well beyond their original parameters, but the point still stood. Sometimes being synthetic had its advantages.
Now that he had a good view of Equius's horns for the first time, he curiously reached toward the broken one but stopped short of actually touching it, wondering, "What happened to you? Your horn, I mean."
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... why did he have to talk like that? Old habits die hard.
"Ah, you are a robot then? Yes, that might explain the lesser impact. I would, however, run a diagnostic soon. You may find that this world's stranger parameters impact code as poorly as they do the think pan." He grunted, right before blinking and jumping back. "Ah... please do not touch that! they are sensitive. It is an old injury. Very old." So old he barely remembered how it happened. He'd been a wriggler at the time.
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"So you've adapted out of necessity," K surmised. "It's smart."
Equius's reaction, though, made him jerk his hand back in surprise. Not that he would've actually touched without asking first, but it was good to know all the same. Horns were sensitive. A little surprising Kyle had never mentioned anything of the sort to him before, considering all the things they had discussed..... oh. Oh no. Was it a weird troll sex thing?
"Sorry," he quickly offered. Awkward. Moving on. "And I am. I'll keep that in mind." A beat. "You're... good with robotics, aren't you?"
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He blinked and then nodded, smiling and more clearly getting at ease as he returned to subjects he preferred. "I consider myself something of an expert by the standards of my species, but it is perhaps better to say I am a savant. Real application has yet to be mastered. However, I am definitely trained in multiple world's concepts of the study."
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"I noticed Penny Polendina's network post seeking assistance," he explained. "The person who used to help me in matters of maintenance and repair is gone. So I've been trying to keep tabs on those who might be able to assist, if it becomes necessary..."
As it turned out, maybe their meeting was fortuitous for more reasons than one.
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"Parts distribution is more difficult to maintain in this place than organ and blood blanks so that is generally wise. My expertise is not necessarily on the specific methods here, but these can be updated and I do not need expertise to create equipment and parts."
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"Yes. Your ability to draw things into existence is incredibly useful," he said thoughtfully. It was still easily one of the most universally useful abilities he had encountered, from Deerington to Trench. Just a shame it couldn't be taught.
"And how advanced would you say your skill with programming is?"
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"My Programming skills will depend on familiarity with the programming language. My skill was sufficient to be able to partially reprogram an AI, though I will not do so here." A firm shake of his head. "I... have come to accept that if something is truly an Artificial Intelligence, it is not within my parameters to do such a thing save with their expressed permission to repair code."
He ... uh, he'd learned from that whole reprogramming Aradia's bot body incident.