missing this little corner of the internet today
don’t mind me thinking about my headcanon where gavin has a stray cat that he keeps trying to feed tuna and it doesn’t eat it and just walks away and gavin thinks the cat hates him and nines sees the cat one day and is like “...” and brings out a little milk dish of thirium and it laps it up because gavin it was an ANDROID CAT ALL ALONG
rping is hard because i inevitably get so excited about pairings and verses and want to talk about them but then i also inevitably feel like i’m being too much and bothering the other person so i just sit here like .__.
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@rkfinale. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”
given the time of amandas activation as her own self operating machine, there were few people that she trusts. she was put into a world that she didn’t understand, one in which androids had evolved past her own understanding. where she was expected to evolve, too. but she enjoys speaking with the rk900, or, nines, as he has begun to be referred to from his colleagues.
it was comforting to think that there was someone else here with her that was going through the same thing. or, something similar, at least. nines still had the support from most in the dpd, since his predecessor connor had already been accepted amongst their ranks. she still wasn’t entirely sure where to go, knowing she was no longer of use to cyberlife.
❛ no, of course not. please, sit. ❜ she gestures to the spot beside her, making no effort to move in order to make more space for the other. ❛ how have you been, rk900? ❜
It’s quiet in his head, these days, without her presence occupying his Zen Garden. Nines doesn’t know how much of the memories there she has retained -- after all, she was in more than one RK’s head. Still, even though he’d spent small eternities watching her prune her flowers while his mind rested in that virtual haven, it still seems...out of place, to find her here, tangible, in the real world.
The android sits, occupying the space next to Amanda. And he wonders just what goes on in her head. How she’s taking all of this in, how it makes her feel. Outwardly, she still seems like the same stoic and impassive figment from his memories; though he knows that under the surface, much has changed for her.
“I have been...operating optimally. I have been good.” At least, he thinks that’s what it can be called? He does his work without much friction, chats with Connor from time to time. He has a plant for his desk, even. Things are good. “And you? Have you found a place to stay? Met others like us?” He has questions, of course. RKs, always seeking to know more.
Blue hues lingered on the Android for a bit longer - a set of arms folding over the wide of Hank’s chest, head tilting ever so slightly as he took in the sight of that so familiar, yet distinctively different looking face. There was obvious curiosity written all over his tired, middle-aged features - his brows knitted in thought, accompanied by a set of beard framed lips pressed into a thin line.
RK900 - Nines, as he called himself - looked so damn similar to Connor, the lieutenant’s partner, just much more… stern, more serious, more dangerous. It had taken Hank a while to not make a double take whenever those bright hues adressed him instead of those well-known brown ones, and even though the younger had assured him that Nines had, indeed, deviated, he felt himself being a bit wary while having him around.
Not because he was an Android - Hank had long gotten over that embarassing stage of his life - but because he was even harder to read than Connor was. Much more of a blank page, unpredictable.
“—I’m askin ‘bout you.” Yeah, probably not as much of a specific answer the RK900 had hoped to get, but the lieutenant himself had a bit of a hard time expressing himself there. He lifted a brow instead, shrugging a moment later, his features softening a bit.
“Y’know … while it was incredibly hard to figure out what Connor is all about, it’s even harder to try an’ understand what’s goin’ on with you.”
He knows the human is staring. Trying to figure him out, he presumes, as many have in his couple of months at the DPD so far. Nines keeps to himself, for the most part, feelings as though he’s not there to be “on display” for any of them. If they have questions, they usually ask Connor, anyway. Most do not engage with him. And he thinks he prefers it that way. It’s difficult to say. Sometimes he watches Connor interact, laugh, joke with the others and he feels a...tugging. A...longing? For more. For connection.
The android stands from his crouch, straightens up. “...I see.” And it’s entirely logical for humans to draw patterns and comparisons, but is it unreasonable for Nines to be just a little...tired, of Connor comparisons?
“Allow me to elucidate. I am thinking about how tired I am of taking android hate crime calls, Lieutenant. I am thinking about how I had to prevent this android’s mate from self destructing himself in his own grief. That is what is ‘going on’ with me.”
The thought of...Nines deep in his head, lost in his thoughts, and someone pulling him out of it by grabbing his hand, and the notice of the physical contact popping front and center on his HUD until he’s (gratefully) forced out of his Bad Thoughts back to realty by the gesture
erregent:
“…i’m literally a weapon,” GI says, staring at one of his hands. the other is resting in the detective’s lap where he tries to gingerly, gently pry out shards of glass with tweezers. nines was so considerate, as if the sensation would hurt if he weren’t careful. it doesn’t, of course. he can’t feel it at all, if he chose not to. instead, he keeps power running to the damaged limb even through the warning code alerting him to the malfunction. smashing the car window to subdue a suspect was second nature. but nines had made a fuss, a rather loud one, which is why they sit still in a cold, empty CVS parking lot, even after the ruckus of the arrest long gone.
gavin glances at the detective beside him. scans say he’s dehydrated, unrested. a small clock tells him they’ve been awake longer than 24 hours. he should tell the man to take care of himself, first. instead, he asks:
“why do you care so much about a weapon?” // @rkfinale liked!
“You know, Gavin,” Nines replies, voice just holding back a sigh, “you are exhausting sometimes. Do you know that?” Hunched over in their squad car, Nines meticulously plucks shards of glass from the GI’s arm, tossing them out the window onto the asphalt as he goes. It’s interesting how the “skin” on the unit’s arm kind of shimmers and moves around what he’s doing; honestly, it’s pretty mesmerizing to see. Beautiful, even.
...Doesn’t change the fact that he’s annoyed with the other throwing himself into danger again.
“Maybe you were that at some point. But you’re more now, we both know this.” Alone together, they don’t have to hide or pretend what they both know; GI, Gavin, is a deviant. However it is possible, the android has feelings and wants and freedom beyond code and orders. “You’re someone. You should start treating yourself like it. Which means,” he punctuates the word by plucking out another shard of glass, “not acting like your sole purpose is to be a shield. You are more, start acting like it.” His thumb deliberately and gently runs along one of the “cuts”, feeling for how deep it is.
“...And to answer your question, I care about you because you are my partner.” That sentence hangs in the air for a few silent beats, and Nines clears his throat, feeling heat on his cheeks and averting his eyes from the other’s imploring gaze. “...And if I’m going to help you figure out feelings and humanity and all of that nonsense, you’re going to need to be alive first and foremost.”
it’s my birthday so i am ~litty~ but i will try to work on drafts tonight/tomorrow, thank you all for you patience <3
my heart is soft for the day that, after being passively called ‘Nines’ for a couple of weeks because Tina used it and it stuck, someone calls him RK900 and he finally, actually says “It’s ‘Nines’” like yes baby form your identity recognize things you like i’m so proud of youuuuuu
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Dissociation Starters
FROM THE EMPTY
- “No… I’m not hurt.”
- “I don’t…”
- “… Sorry. Say that again?”
- “Sometimes I just … do this. It’s fine.”
- “No, it’s bad, but I’m. Like. I’m fine. Just give me like, ten minutes.”
- “I don’t - I don’t remember.”
- “You waited how long?”
- “… I don’t like [trigger].”
- “Will you walk me home?”
- “I love you, I just… I can’t… I’m dissociating.”
- “I.. don’t know how I got here.”
- “I didn’t feel that. At all.”
- “Did I zone out?”
- “Don’t touch me.”
- “My name is [name]. I’m [age]. I live in [place]. My name is [name] -”
- “I can’t think of anything to do that isn’t stupid, canyouhelpme?”
- “How did you find me?”
- “I think I’m in [different State]. Will you come?”
FROM THE FULL
- “Hey. [Name]? Look at me.”
- “I’m right here.”
- “How long have you been sitting here?”
- “What happened?”
- “Your shirt is on backwards.”
- “Is it okay if I touch you?”
- “It’s windy today. This bench has a nice texture, don’t you think?”
- “Do you mind if I sit with you?”
- “Okay, I’ll be here.”
- “Hey - come in. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you came.”
- “Drink some water. It has ice.”
- “I’ll run a shower.”
- “Let me wash it for you.”
- “I can’t clean you up if I can’t touch you. Will you give me your hand?”
- “We’ll ride it out. You’re safe here.”
- “I’ll put on a movie.”
i crave human nines and complicated relationship with his twin connor things, pls
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In spite of everything I will still love you nonetheless
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Connor was used to looking at a mirror image of himself. It’s the slight differences in Nines that catch him off guard. A reminder that he wasn’t supposed to be here. There’s some guilt at the thought - he should’ve tried approaching him sooner, given more than the odd acknowledgement in passing. He’d know as well as him blaming being busy would be a lie. They can both hear the other without issue, but Connor takes a few steps closer anyway. He hadn’t meant to ruin his alone time.
They wonder where you are when you’re gone. Connor shrugs a little, lips curved. “On my first day, I was physically assaulted. Twice.” It’s why he can’t help but be concerned at the thought of Nines coming here as an escape. When he’d heard they were pairing Gavin with an android, he’d had to make sure he didn’t have an audio processing error.
“He’s not bothering you, is he? You don’t have to tolerate it.” He shakes his head at the apology, raising a hand to stop him. “ —There’s nothing to be sorry about. I wanted to find you. It was about time I…” Checked in on you? Tried to work out what they’d deemed faulty with me? “… Said hello.”
Oh, he’s aware. RK900 would have been daft not to do his research on the RK800, finding it intriguing to see the other in his natural and comfortable setting, knowing that he was to originally serve as his replacement. Learning about RK800, his presence there and his role in the revolution. RK900 would not be Awake, as it were, if it were not for Connor. And he’s...thankful for that (mostly).
“But things are different now. You are respected, and you are liked.” He observes, a lot. He’s not spoken to much, stays at his desk and does his work when not on a call but he...watches. Takes in the world around him. And Connor is very much Liked. The android stands and closes the distance, bringing their conversation away from the edge of the roof entirely. When he nears, his eyes have somewhat of a conspiratorial glint to them.
“Sometimes, when I speak to Detective Reed, his heart rate increases by approximately 52%, and his core temperature increases. He is angry, but he is also afraid. He knows what we are capable of, thanks to you.” A fair amount of amusement tinges his voice. He’s heard fragments of what happened, something about the Evidence Room and Gavin being knocked out by Connor.
...He wonders if the security footage exists so he might be able to see it for himself. “Hello, Connor. My apologies, again, for not initiating contact upon my arrival. It’s an...interesting situation. Our concurrent presence here.”
nines just really wants to go to a greenhouse ok
“ you have no idea what i’m capable of. ”
"I do, actually," he starts, although he comes to think that maybe antagonizing RK800 in this state might not be the most wise course of action. Palms up, approaching the older model carefully, slowly.
"But perhaps things can be solved without us resorting to the full maximum of our capabilities?" he suggests, tilting his head a little. Though he might not be as socially adept as Connor, he still possesses some of the same negotiation protocols. The RK900 chances a step forward, not at all afraid of what the other could do to him, but still wanting to deescalate rather than have to disarm.
"I'm not in your head right now, Connor. It’s just you there. So why don't you tell me what's on your mind, and we can get on the same page?"
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nines is pretty confused at first by soft, gentle touch. he remembers everything of the physical testing cyberlife did with his model, how they pushed his body to the limits. they were never kind, nor gentle. so he’s not used to a gentle touch and it takes him a while to get used to the fact that people can use physical contact to relay positive emotion too.