✯ OOC;; quick little plug for my brand spanking newstill a lil under constructionmultimuse. i’m starting it off with 3 of my girls Chell ( Portal/Portal 2), ASMIA (Portal Android OC) and Veronica Sawyer (Heathers the musical). SO if you’re into rouge test subjects, robots with too many feelings, or accomplices to murder, you should check it out! (✯)
ASMIA is going to live on this multimuse blog linked from now on, hope to see you there!
OOC;; ok that last post was a little vague @plusicurs is my new multimuse blog
✯ OOC;; quick little plug for my brand spanking newstill a lil under constructionmultimuse. i’m starting it off with 3 of my girls Chell ( Portal/Portal 2), ASMIA (Portal Android OC) and Veronica Sawyer (Heathers the musical). SO if you’re into rouge test subjects, robots with too many feelings, or accomplices to murder, you should check it out! (✯)
ASMIA is going to live on this multimuse blog linked from now on, hope to see you there!
ASMIA truly hadn’t expected anything to come of her request. It was too tall an order for Anxiety, and she knew that. Even so, with everything she held dear in life crumbling apart before her very eyes??-- she figured it was worth a shot. ASMIA’s eyes shot up in surprise when his hand closed around her own. It was warm and kind, and not what she’d expected. ASMIA’s processors picked up speed as they computed this unexpected input, resulting in a warmth that spread across her cheeks. Nobody had ever held her hand before-- heck, nobody had ever touched her this tenderly before. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, walking close enough to him that she could rest her head on his arm. The shorter ‘bot was far too exhausted to protest, even if she’d wanted to. In a voice far quieter than her typically exuberant self, ❝ I trust you. ❞
OOC:: Y’ALL I JUST WATCHED THE DOCTOR WHO SEASON FINALE & I’M STRAIGHT UP SHOOK
◸ ❝ Alright, well you should know that I have a brilliant idea for this, but you must trust me on it. The idea will grow on you, but I fear the initial explanation does sound… extreme. ❞
He mused to the other, leaning back slightly and adjusting his sash. He had explained it to Logan, but was rejected. Patton thought it was a brilliant idea, but was missing the main point of it all! A plan this ingenious should have been loved by all, however no one but him seemed to appreciate the complexity of his plan. Heathens and plebeians, all of them. ◿
❝ Well, what is it?❞ A curious smile spread slowly across her lips, broadening with every word he said. He was raising her expectations for his plan quite high, whether he knew it or not. ❝ Try me! ‘M probably the most open minded person around.❞ ASMIA leaned forward in anticipation, waiting to hear what he had in mind-- with all this build up it had to be a properly brilliant plan.
❝ i’m Chell ❞ she replies , taking the androids hand & shaking it. ❝ what about you ? do you get a real name .... or a ROBOT name ? ❞
❝ pleasure to meet you,❞ she chirps, face lightening up as Chell returns her handshake. ( she’s used to the scientists shooing her away long before reaching this part of an introduction. ) ❝ –oh, me? well..” she starts with a shrug, ❝ i thought i ought to have a proper name, y’know? –but the engineers insisted on callin' me the ‘APERTURE SCIENCE MORALE IMPROVEMENT ANDROID.’ ❞ the newly formed frown on her face indicates her disdain for the full title. ❝ you can call me ASMIA, for short.❞
♥ ⊗, both for Anxiety Core ;)
Send me a ♥ for one thing my muse likes about yours.ngl she likes his looks, man. he’s kinda cute once you get past all that angst.in a surprising turn of events, ASMIA might like the bad boy type. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯Send me a ⊗ for one thing my muse dislikes about yours. the obvious answer is his pessimism, but she doesn’t hate that. she recognizes how it can be a useful reality check– in moderation. what she does dislike is that he doesn’t believe in himself! She wants to help him boost his confidence, but until then she can believe in him enough for the both of them.
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The longer Wheatley suffered his return, the more he figured that She was intent on making his life as miserable as possible.
A joint assignment! Could you believe it? At first, it seemed like a blessing in disguise. Surely another shot at escape with a human couldn’t hurt … But then She insisted that it would be another bot he’d be spending the day with, and it took everything the android had to bite back a groan upon the realization of exactly what kind of bot he’d be up against.
It was a simple task, really. A custodial and morale bot. Wheatley and ASMIA. The perfect team to dote over thousands of slumbering humans in some derelict sector of the facility. Wheatley was to do diagnostics, and ASMIA to interface directly to the humans in order to assuage any particularly distressed subjects. He’d done the job alone plenty of times, though he perhaps was a bit careless in exactly how he went about doing so.
If there was something Wheatley didn’t play nice with, it was distressed humans.
They’re at least thirty subjects down when Wheatley can no longer bear the heavy silence. ❝ I did this job for years, actually. Did I ever tell you that? ❞ Some part of him knows he did, and some bigger part of him knows that ASMIA had a few stern words for exactly how he’d done his job. But the desire for conversation far outweighed his ego, at least for now.
❝You did, yeah. Remember all the people you let die? You told me about them too,❞ she reminds him, continuing her work as if his mouth had never opened. This whole time she has refused to look him in the eye, dreading what she might find if she does. Or rather, fearing what might be absent: regret, repentance, or-- y’know, any responsibility for his actions at all.
While most of her grudge towards the taller android stems from his disastrous attempts at caring for the poor souls stuck in suspension, there is one other matter she has yet to confront him about.
ASMIA had managed to hide out in the facility for years, searching for a way out and helping those in need along the way. For years GLaDOS had assumed she’d either made it out or died trying, never caring to actually fact check this conclusion. Until Wheatley let the secret out, that is. Now She was assigning them to work together, just to rub the metaphorical salt a little deeper into ASMIA’s wounds.
So here she was, forced to work under the person she hates most in the world and partnered with the runner-up for that position. Well-- okay, hate is a strong word. A really negative one, the kind she was always told to stay away from. ASMIA has gotten used to that word in regards to Her, but with Wheatley it’s a different emotion. Several, really. She is bitter and disappointed and angry and hurt all at the same time.
Still, a twinge of guilt pierces through it all. It’s not like her to snap at him like this, to lash out in an attempt to make him feel even a little bit sorry. A sigh escapes her as they walk towards the next subject, ❝ Sorry. Look-- can we jus’ work? I--❞ She realizes her voice is shaking. So are her hands. This isn’t the first time she’s been so overwhelmed by negative emotions it’s sent her into a panic attack, far from it. It is, however, the first time she can’t run away from the cause. The job had to get done, and they had to do it. ❝ I really can’t talk to you right now-- please jus’...stop. ❞
OOC:: oh god...missa be strong... you do not need an Alexander Hamilton rp blog you do not need an Elizabeth Schuyler rp blog you should make a Veronica Sawyer rp blog tho BUT FINISH W/ OTHER SHIT U GOTTA DO FIRST GOSH.
◸ ❝ Well that just sucked, didn’t it? How could it not have? That was a complete failure. ❞
The black clad core walked up to the android. He had been watching from the dark corner of the room. In fact, with how quiet he had been, he was practically invisible, but he had made himself known as the other was walking away from ASMIA. Looking at her, he shrugged, and gave a slight grin. Anxiety Core. Even amongst the AI, he was the best at being a pessimist and making situations about 1000% worse than what they were. ◿
ASMIA jumped, frightened by the other core’s dramatic entrance-- how long had he been standing there..? She let out a sigh, shoulders sinking as she listened to his point of view. ❝ While I’ll admit, that could have gone better-- an’ I may have to work on the ‘too enthusiastic’ thing, whatever that means-- it could have been a lot worse! ❞ She insisted, sending Aperture’s resident eavesdropper a disapproving frown. It was an age-old conundrum: An unstoppable force VS an immovable object. ASMIA, forever the optimist VS the Anxiety Core, the unrelenting pessimist.
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My pain is irrelevant. Your safety is more important.
◸ ❝ Don’t bless the fact they took over my tumblr. I worked hard on that. ❞ ◿
OOC:: Alright fine, that must be rough--
but at least it’s entertaining for us.
