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#[loading sequence:evanescence] #[visual] #this guy is seriously illegal

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✒

Scars, huh? Evanescence honestly didn’t have many. It wasn’t that he cared all that much about his appearance or anything, but the greatest convenience of being an android was switching out parts whenever something broke or wore out too much. As a result, despite his constant tendency to not care at all about his own body, Evan looked pretty put together. Usually whenever he scarred, it scarred bad enough that the entire patch of artificial skin or maybe even the stuff underneath too, needed to be thrown out and redone. There weren’t many places that you’d find physical scars on him. That isn’t to say there are none. In fact there’s a small, blotchy looking scar just under his right ear, a burn, the darkness of the skin never really fading away even after it healed. It was from the early days, one of those few times the android picked up an actual tool box and descended into the workings of the spaceship to fix a few wires that he couldn’t reroute remotely, And well, the story is pretty simple. He misjudges the voltage of the electricity flowing, and doesn’t off all the power sources to save himself the extra step of activating backup machinery. The wire is frayed a little too much, Evan isn’t wearing much in terms of protective clothing, and a spark flies off. It looked much worse then, really. The electrical fire and resultant burn had fried a bit of his spinal wiring, and he’d replaced a large square of himself from his neck down. Only the tiny patch remains- it was just a mark, and the gears below were all fine, so he hadn’t thought of going out of his way to cut such a tiny piece out too. So it stays, and perhaps it serves its purpose as a reminder too. 

#[system data: archives] #jovetri

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It was awkward. Of course it was awkward- any interaction with Evanescence outside of business necessity was awkward. The android had no social skills whatsoever to speak of, and moreover did not even enjoy company and preferred to stay holed up in his room or the lab and keep his words and work all to himself. So he wasn’t exactly the type of person you could just hit up out of the blue or greet passing by in the hallways. Rather, his was more of a presence that everybody knew about but nobody touched or even mentioned until they were forced to. After all, who would want to willing talk to an actual, metaphorical and literal ice cold piece of metal? Unless, there was no other way around it… Like now, for example. They were in the elevator and the elevator was, well, not exactly carrying out its due function. It wasn’t that long of a drop from the second floor to the first, and humans had long since worked out all the chunks in an imitation gravity so why were they not moving at all? There was something wrong, that was for sure.  But Evan was no elevator-fixing mechanic. He didn’t even have the blueprints to the elevator downloaded; it was on his computer somewhere… downstairs. Well, shit.

Scowling hard, he was seriously contemplating whether or not he should just break the floor and jump before the figure of somebody else caught the corner of his eye. Oh right- there was another in the space with him. Sharp eyes floated over to the person, well, alien, that had been awkwardly standing next to him this whole time. An unfamiliar face, huh. Evanescence wished it wasn’t, not because he was shy, but rather so that it was easier to judge whether or not the other would be helpful in this situation. Unfortunately he hadn’t the slightly idea about the other soul, so there was only one thing to do. Ask. Drats, he hated that option. So much could be accomplished without the necessity for spoken word but... there wasn’t much of a choice now was there? “You. The elevator’s broken.” Well, nobody said anything about being nice or even polite with his words. “We need to fix it, or get out of here. Do you have any ideas?”

#trixaile #[loading sequence: emergency response]

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trilucian‌:

〔 original post by @trilucian​ 〕

“nothing is wrong. you’re just a little drunk, ev—” is this the one time in my life i won’t get slapped for not calling him by his full name? worth a shot. “yeah — ev. you should probably sip on some water in between. might regret it later otherwise.” his index finger lightly tapped against the bar countertop, directly in front of his own glass of water.

Clearly, Evanescence was not built to drink. Yeah, he’d gotten the update, but his system itself was definitely not one to process alcohol well and certainly the creators didn’t except that he’d be goaded into drinking so much at once. And it was his first time too. Everything was a little fuzzy and woozy and swung around a lot, casting strange shadows that had him blinking rapidly, an unnatural heat rising to his cheeks in frustration and lips turned down in the semblance of a pout- oh. Perhaps this was one of the side effects too. He was thinking in broken fragments, once logical mind scrambling to pick up pieces of what exactly he was trying to say. Evan hated it. Or he’d want to hate it, but hate wasn’t an emotion that was processing very well at the moment at instead he could only whine in frustration and confusion. It was all very different and difficult and strange, which was not sitting well for the perfectionist of an android and almost childishly, his temper grew worse at his own inability to do something about it. “Am not,” he huffed, trying to pull himself up to the same level as the slightly taller android, “I’m- it’s not the alcohol, it isn’t, there’s just something wrong I know it!” And wait, who was ev?

“My name is Evanescence, you know. But I’ll let you call me Evan. Only because I know you.” Said droid grinned to himself like he had just proclaimed something great, plump tiers curving up in a feline-like smile of satisfaction. He reached to return a pinch along Lucian’s chin as well, but could only splay his fingers across the other’s jawline, cool digits softly caressing the skin. “Why do you have such a pretty face? It’s even prettier than mine. But what’s the point?” At here his voice dropped suddenly, turning into a rich, alcohol infused purr. “It’s just wasting away without appreciation. Perhaps I need to use it to it’s full potential...” Evan seemed almost lucid for a brief second, as if a lucid Evan could say and would say such ludicrous lines like this one (god forbid he flirt with anyone or anything, really), with his playboy smirk slightly crooked and unreadable amber eyes. “But I’m possessive, so maybe it’s better after all to hide you in my studio all to myself...” He hummed softly, a dangerous grin stretching plump tiers.

But then the moment was over, and the next wave of nausea hit fast, the android wilting away, slumping against the bar and Lucian. “Feels-so-bad...nnngh.” He clung to the warm body head, desperately syphoning off of him for the warmth that his own body lacked. “Luc~ You have to help meeeeee”

#[trilucian] #[crack!lucevan?????] #[system error: incorrect response] #[ooc:we're crazy istg]

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His first reaction when the system booted up again was that it felt a little damp. Then he realized that his joints were locked up in quite a strange position indeed. And then, as feeling started to kick in slowly, so did the headache. And the cramps. The ‘room’ was dark, not the sort where one knows they simply have to feel for the light switch or where the tiniest bit of light could be seen either from a window or the hallway, but rather a true black like it was never meant to have brightness in the first place. And it was cramped, Evanescence’s long legs kicked up and folded against his torso, feet and head pressed against cold walls. God, his head hurt too. Badly. It was throbbing, not exactly like he had hit it but more like a bug from the inside, and that made the android scowl. He realized where the issue was. Well- the issue was that he didn’t know. The last few hours before his sleep mode was automatically turned on drew a blank in his memory files, not exactly like they didn’t exist but more as if he had something blocking him from accessing them. Ah, the damned human-stimulation update that he’d gotten. Why did he ever think that being a little more human was even remotely a good thing? 

Feeling around for the usual power cords that he’d plug in before rest, Evan came up with only one, slightly misplaced, stuck to his arm and shook it off easily, tapping around for some kind of door or opening because there just had to be one- and tumbled out, head first, into the light and into a place that was most definitely not his room. Ah, that explains it. Well no, actually it didn’t. Squinting against the sudden light to flood his visual sensors, Evan tried to raise his head and look back at where he had been stored. A closet. Of all the fucking places, a closet. And if it wasn’t for his extremely tight self control and the burn in his throat, he would really want to swear out loud right now. 

#[endriantri] #[system reboot: initiated] #[evan doesn't know what's going on lol] #endriantri

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LIN YANJUN 

       ↳ losing him was blue like i’d never known, but loving him was red 

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Can our actions change our destiny? Or are they like sand piled against the breakage in a dam, merely delaying the inevitable?

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Palace of Illusions (via quotespile)

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[ ◈ ] (i'm crying in the club)

This is new. This was new, and different, and strange, and he absolutely hated it. There was something wrong with his system- he swears it, this isn’t what he was supposed to feel like, his electronic signals were all wrong, and- he didn’t even know anymore. Evanescence cradled his head in his hands, feeling the waves of dizziness come and go and come again. The room was spinning, his perfect, bionic vision system was greatly impaired, and he regretted ever having that update on his internal systems to account for the human reactions to food. God, why did he ever do this. It was getting hard to think, the fog of alcohol blowing through his central computing systems and slowing his reaction process. He should have known this would happen when the first drop of the sharp, bitter liquid hit his taste sensors, that this should have happened. Stupid, stupid Evan. Why did he ever agree to the idiotic dare that the humans proposed? This was not like him. This was not like him at all. Perhaps the alcohol had already poisoned him, poisoned his mind before he even touched it. But it was all wrong.

Staggering to lean back against the bar, Evanescence reached to stablize himself against the nearest person. Everything was swaying hard, his ears ringing with the noise of the crowd. “Nng…” His hand looped around the neck of the unfortunate being next to him, head falling on the other’s shoulder ls for a moment before looking up blearily. It took him a while to focus enough to make out the actual face of whoever he had practically sprawled upon. “Luc…Luca~? I think something’s wroooonnnngggggg”

#[system error: overload] #[you all didn't see this] #[crack!lucevan?????] #[trilucian]

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he’s illegal

#[visuals] #[loading: flirting sequence] #[somebody arrest this android for his illegal face]

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SEND A SYMBOL FOR A CORRESPONDING PROMPT/STARTER.

[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.

[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.

[ ✦ ] my muse pushes yours out of frustration/anger.

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.

[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.

[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.

[ ✈ ] my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc.

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.

[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s room.

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trilucian‌:

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“l-late? but it’s—” he raised his wrist to check his watch, the numbers immediately changing — one minute past his scheduled start time. i haven’t even walked inside yet and i’m already about to be fired. “i am so sorry, sir. it won’t happen again.” face immediately flushing a deep shade of pink, he hastily bowed again, fighting to keep his smile. the words that followed became a too-fast, jumbled mess of english and spanish, forcing him to repeat the sentence a few times until he relaxed and managed to say it all in english. “i am lucian, by the way. it is very nice to meet you, sir!” first impressions were everything and he’d just screwed it up to the max.

It wasn't as if Evanescence really, absolutely, hated him. The assistant, he means. Maybe by other people's standards he was fine, maybe even a really good person, judging by the bright grin on his face. For him, the smile was blinding, meant absolutely nothing, and made him want to shut the door in his face and curl up to be alone by himself. It wasn't exactly the other's fault, per say, he didn't even know about Evan and his personality, but the way that this newcomer absolutely radiated with sunshine was too bright a light for a hermit/vampire/creature of evil like he was. Anyway. Even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to pull out a smile like that, so he just didn't try and let his lips fall in the perpetual frown. A resting bitch face, he believed that it used to be referred to as. Yeah, that was him and there was nothing in the world Lucian could do about it.  

The hard scowl on his face didn't leave for even a moment listening to the other's explanation, not impressed at all with the apology and the -jumble of words that eventually turned out to be an introduction. Who was this guy? He didn't look alien, so probably human or android. But a poor excuse of one definitely. Yes, physically he looked great, all perfectly cut features and a fit body that, god forbid, was actually taller than Evan himself by just a little, and pristine clothes that were millions of years better than the black workers jumpsuit that he had on--that wasn't the point. The point was his mentality, and it screamed incompatible with how the android liked to work. He just--couldn't wrap his head around what actual use this seemingly lucky go happy guy would have to him. There was no way that they would get along, that was for sure. And he didn't plan on making any effort to change that either. 

"I want you here at least five minutes early next time. A system error can shut things down in the few seconds that you wasted getting here and also right now, standing at the door mumbling." Evanescence was never known to be kind with his words, but perhaps these were just a little bit sharper than most. But that was fine. If it scared Lucian away, then all the better for him. "I don't speak... whatever it is you just spoke. My chip only has english, german and chinese recorded, pick one of those if you wish to show off." Backing up slightly to force the door open with just enough space for the other to squeeze through, he pointed to a relatively clean desk and table with a free hand. "You can settle there and prepare to give me a brief rundown of your capabilities, and then we'll get to work. I don't keep free hands around here....And it's Evanescence, not sir."

Necessities.

#trilucian #please forgive tsundere yanjun #[error: no file found for 'friendliness']

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7, 8, 14

7.how does your character feel about sex?

Sex is, well, it’s just that. He knows of the term and all the functions, -biological or otherwise- understands why creatures choose to do it and has definitely read more than one book relating to pornography and the art of it with a straight, studious face. Having said that, that about sums up his entire thoughts and experience on the matter. See, sex to him is entirely a mortal thing, relating to desire and love and all the passionate emotions like that. And it has nothing to do with him. Too many times has he stressed the fact that while other androids were designed to be human, to fit in and to interact and pretend that they were made entirely out of flesh and were living, breathing things too, Evanescence doesn’t share that sentiment. He’s entirely content with being a piece of metal and doesn’t mind it with everyone else seeing him as so, either. Not even questioning the fact of whether or not he was even capable of feeling such passions, he’s almost certain that he won’t ever see himself in that scenario and is definitely sure that nobody would ever feel that way for him, despite having an immaculate face and body. (One he still doesn’t really understand the true purpose of.) Oh yes, all his parts were working, but who could ever come to love somebody like him? And don’t ask him about one night stands- Evan holds to the old earth traditions of true love almost as religiously as he regards his work.

8.how many friends does your character have?

To be frank, well, none. Having holed up both physically and metaphorically inside his own little world, Evan would never willingly go out and interact out of his own free will and people have stopped bothering him long ago. In fact, the single person that he sees often enough to be considered a technical friend would be Lucian, but even he was forcibly stuffed to him as an assistant.

14.how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

If somebody really, actually, seriously bothered to and actually succeeded in catching Evanescence at his weakest moment, they would find something not all that impressive. They would find something wholly, utterly human, and totally normal. They would find somebody who’s easily surprised, a little timid, has a soft spot for everything soft and cute and cuddly and occasionally indulges in sweets. It’s a person who sometimes likes bad jokes and old cheesy pickup lines, is infinitely caring and attentive to details, with a stubborn focus and ambition on anything they want. He’s sometimes slow to react, bad at speech and a little OCD, but generally likable down to the dimples when he smiles. That person holds things precious to him dearly, pouring out his life and love for those that he determines worthy. But nobody would be able to tell that that person was Evan. Despite being constructed with a fully functioning emotional profile and even programmed with an excellent personality, the burden of keeping everything running falls too heavily upon his shoulders. He made the mistake of indulging in himself too much before and swore to never do it again. And how smoothly things have been after just seems to have proven his words. The thought has grown until he almost considers his emotions a block to his work, trying to stop them from impacting his decisions as much as possible. And that’s almost easy when your mind is a computer, isn’t it?

#evan character development

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Necessities.

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An assistant. He was given an assistant. Of all the personnel on the ship, him, to get an assistant of all things. Evanescence wondered briefly if it was a hint that he wasn’t working hard enough, that he was getting slow, and now they need that he needs help. What utter bullshit. He was functioning just fine, all his parts are top of the line equipment, and there was a streamlined process for everything. He didn’t need some clumsy handed and clumsy footed person to be poking and prodding around in his things. Oh- god forbid, what if they actually tried to change something and made a mess of it? That would be horrible, terrifying absolutely unimaginable. Somebody coming in here and breaking apart all of his perfectly arranged work and tools and staying here not just for the moment but constantly- he couldn’t imagine it. And Evan hadn’t even dared think about all the things he needed to do to entertain the other, possibly talk and socialize and be in charge of keeping them healthy and gah- no, thank you very much he was quite happy being alone in this little hole.

The droid hadn’t heard much about the newcomer. Or rather, he’d heard too much and not enough all at once. Somebody said it was a newly put together android, others said it was one of those aliens who had boarded for some sort of surveillance. Evanescence didn’t care. He just wished that whoever it was, it can keep itself entertained somewhere far far away from him and his precious work- the door resonated with a series of knocks, causing him to scowl hard. If people complained that he was cold and emotionless, today was the day that he breaks the norm. Oh yes, he was annoyed. Very very annoyed. He hadn’t even met his newly appointed assistant yet and he could already imagine the havoc they’ll cause, no, he could practically see it. Just you wait. Not entirely politely, Evan pulled the door open, frown still clear on his face and not planning to leave any time soon. “You’re late.”

#trilucian

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strawberries are the only thing that could make evanescence happy at a party.

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