i thought i told you not to come back here, @estrangedworld.bsky.social. [he approached the robot cat encroaching on his territory slowly, sword at his waist for now.] are you looking for something? you should keep your nose out of business that isn't yours.

mm... something feels off.

when i get you

i don't need a mechanic. [he snapped, folding his arms as he glared at ryn.] my body functions. that's enough. i don't need my grandson babysitting me.

no one is repairing anything on my body. i will do it myself.

i am aware. you act like i can not hear it either. [he scoffed, digging a large claw into one of his ball joint sockets, twisting it with a nasty creak.] that'll do for now. my body will not fall apart just yet.

i'm glad i was able to aid you in your understanding. perhaps try altering yourself to be a machine once more, but give yourself a task in your mind. it will be far more fulfilling to be one of us. [he removed his ruby claws from the fake grass, as it concealed the ++

don't tell your father you've seen me here. [he stated, circling the spot for a moment with horrible rattles.] and that formie, if you've met him. they must not know i'm here. not yet. they have yet to fully achieve their destinies... so she says. clarity lies in wait...

[adleigh's curiosity gave freom confidence. he could almost picture fark in this very position, admiring each word... a thought to shake away. it wasn't the time.] it was lonelier than before. my emptiness was overwhelming. as days passed, the staff looked at me with increasing disdain. the ++

hmm.

... mm. [he withdrew, joints creaking with struggling pressure maintenance as he took a step back, almost falling.. but he was unbothered by his own struggles.] you surprised me, young one. that isn't a common occurrence. my name is freom. it's pleasant to meet you.

me after writing entirely too much erm anyways. I'll do it again

bore you? i'm not one to say. [he chuckled a bit. for a brief moment, a cloudiness appeared in his optics... the way adleigh sat in front of him so gently... it spiked a feeling inside of him he couldn't quite describe. something he wanted, but was never allowed to have...] ++

of course i know you're not biologically related, dimwit. you're far too different to be a gpa like us. raised like one, but could never truly be one. [removing his foot, claw retracting slightly as he hoisted her up with his hand.] but at least you are aware. you aren't stupid ++

you still seem bothered by my words, but it's not my place to pry. [arms lowering, he opted to sit upon the ground, amongst the grass. patting the ground nearby.] however, if you'd like to hear my tale, i wouldn't be opposed to telling it. after all, you're searching for ++

i've lived a life you could've never dreamed of simulating. your potions give you the feeling, but never the experience. [voice growing softer, he never looked wearier than he did then.] adventuring and exploring was never a thought in my programming. it was just procedure after procedure. ++

knowing that you are his, i should just jam my claw into your central nerves. [freom grunted, only increasing the pressure.] i cared for him as my own... and he did all that i asked. are you aware of the lives your very father has ruined? the trail of bodies leading to his ++

then you have no purpose. [freom stated coldly, long tail furling out as he spoke.] a robot is fueled by purpose. sheer desire to serve. to assist... but if you felt nothing in those moments, you have no purpose. no true end goal. what will this accomplish in the long run? ++

[if freom had lips, they'd curl in disgust. grimacing, his claws clenched against his arm. this guy was so needlessly... perverted.] so you killed them. [freom's sharp yellow eyes reignited, sharp and angry.] for a moment as an inorganic.

[aggravation quickly rose in his chest at his rudeness. immediately, freom uses the fact her back was away from him to pin her to the dirt, claw hooking into that hoodie fabric with his velociprator-like foot claw.] never turn your back on me, machine. your father... he is my /son/, ++

...yes? [crossed arms, his optics flickered off in disinterest, but he still appeared like he was listening.] and how did you manage that?

father is a gpa... tell me about your father. i care not about your origin. [freom stated bluntly, hand going to his sword hilt again.] i am the one who led the robot revolution. i gave each and every gpa their freedom... years ago.

nrghhh... what do you want now? spit it out already. i've no time for idle chatter. [he's rude, that's no lie!]

my duty as a guardian gives me plenty of time to stew on the strangeness of every passerby i meet. you are amongst the most memorable... but not positively.

none of your business. [he said bluntly, reminiscent of a certain someone. then, watching his eyes...] yes, i am. you know of our kind of robot, hmm? and you certainly aren't one... you've done your research.

... not you again.

i threaten you because i am guarding something grand. but since you have no visible intentions of exploring further, i'll heed your warning. state your name. [joints creaking with age as he lowered that blade.]

my old body harbored insane strength... but i have turned this weaker body into a more formidable one.

𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧?

perhaps you do, perhaps you don't. but you're certainly advanced for a robotic lifeform, that's for certain. tell me, who do you work for? [and he's holding his energy sword against her neck. very welcoming gesture.]

your eyes may be foggy, but i can see i've caught your attention.

my body... so sore.

[side eye.]

🧍‍♂️ what is that. what is this

trying to maintain a child in order to keep him tethered to you, aren't we? that's fascinating. anyways .

are you not the one struggling with children

if i could like spam that post, i would.

i am the one who marks it off. i /am/ the marker. it is my duty. you'll be safer if you turn around and left. [an angular finger pointed at her!] go away, round one.

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴍᴘᴀɢɪɴɢ ᴍᴇɢᴀʟᴀɴɪᴀ -- ᴀꜱᴘᴇɴ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ. ( #mvrp #rpsky #ocrp )

uweh. busy and tired and migraine....... maybe ill do some banter here.. and save the serious stuff for another day//

[parrying the blast, she would be hit with a burst of energy right back! however, as much as he could've attacked her after, he did not. sword being held up to protect him, he lowered it once more.] it is now off-limits. i am guarding something very important.

[she strayed a bit too close... he must intervene! leaping down in front of her, a glowing sword would be held directly in her face.] don't come any closer! you are prohibited from approaching this area!

that would make sense. the feelings we had during that time... i will never forget them. it's very possible they were transferred over to our son. either way... we are reunited once more. oh, how i've missed you.