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[Hi everyone! I’m popping back in here to tell you guys that I’m moving Mikhail to a multi-muse blog I’ve created. It’s currently WIP but I will be active more so in the coming weeks. If you wish to still continue our threads, please follow and I will reblog from this blog from here on out. Thank you!
[To anyone who still wishes to RP with Mikhail, I’m going to be moving him to a multi-muse blog as I do still wish to roleplay this bab but I want to group my muses together in just one blog instead of switching to numerous at a time
If you wish to continue or start roleplaying with him, like this post and I will follow you once I have the multi-muse blog made]
[Like I mentioned, I’m losing muse for Mikhail. I will come by from time to time but I’m moving back to an old muse. If you guys are okay with RPing in the AC universe or even a sci fi universe and still wanna RP with me, here’s my new/old muse.]
[I’m not really feeling that hyped right now (at least until Ubisoft makes a WD3 announcement? to RP Mikky so I might be returning to an old muse of mine... Anyone wanna RP with them once I get them online?]
When he turned his head away, Jedi lowered her shirt again, hoping that she’d gotten the message across. But with Mikhail? Well, sometimes she just wasn’t able to tell what was going through his mind at the moment. She couldn’t tell at this moment either and it was bugging her. A lot. Because she didn’t understand why he wanted to do this job. Was it something to do with the death of his family?
“Mikhail, wait.” She called after him, following him without hesitation. “Stay here.” She threw over her shoulder at Federico. This wasn’t something he had to interfere in. this was a matter for them alone.
Stepping out into the hall, she caught up with him, reaching to gently grasp his arm. “Hey, stop.” She said softly. “I’m sorry. I know, I overstepped. We’re a team and I fucked up by making the call without listening to you.” She lightly tugged his arm, pulling him to a stop and stepping out in front of him. Yeah, she wasn’t afraid to admit that she’d fucked up by calling the shots without listening. Because she had. She stepped closer, lightly setting her hands on his chest. “Talk to me, Mik. Don’t shut me out. What am I not seeing about this job? What am I missing?”
The minute he felt her grab his arm, he jerked it away like scalding hot water had touched him. He was internally shaking from the sudden contact but he kept it down, keeping it from freezing him in a panic. He was still filled with rage, though he could hear his common sense screaming at him to stop. He needed to realize that he basically became scared that Jedi, of all people, touched him and it scared him.
Instead, he snapped at her and stated, “There’s nothing to talk about. If you guys aren’t helping me, I can do this myself.”
He seemed nervous, just by his demeanor. He wasn’t sure why but given their last encounter, Mikhail’s reaction only might answer his question to whether he was still wanted or not but he would follow Hanks example in this case. As far as he knew Mikhail hadn’t done anything wrong and if his hacking abilities hasn’t hurt anyone, then turning a blind eye to it wouldn’t be so bad.
“I don’t know what you’re capable of playing, pick your favorite?” He suggested, wanting the conversation to remain casual before wanting to bring up a particular question he had on his mind.
“A favorite?”
He chuckled nervously as he tried to think of a song he even liked. Most of the tunes he played were the latest popular ones and just a few of the oldies. It was rare that he would let himself get lost into it as it brought memories he wasn’t ready to remember.
However, he did think of one song. It was a somber one, something he listened to after he had gotten out of the hospital years ago because it was playing at a local shop. He couldn’t remember the words, but the tune... it was memorable.
“Alright... I got one.”
[Alright, I finally got two replies done. If you want a new thread, please like this. Sorry for being inactive. These past couple of weeks has been busy]
[Hi everyone, sorry for being inactive. Got stuff going on. Will try to do replies and starters in a bit]
[California’s on fire and I need to keep an eye on some of my friends who live up north. If any of you are living up there, please be safe and if you need to evacuate, please do.]
Given a bit of time had passed and he no longer had access to the DPD’s database, there was no real reason for him to try and bring him in. For all he knew, he had already been re-arrested and dealt with. At worst, if he hadn’t, there wasn’t much he could do about it and given he didn’t know what Mikhail had done at the DPD station. There wasn’t much proof that he had done anything other than turn off the lights.
At the question, the thought had crossed his mind to lie. Many series models looked identical, he hadn’t considered the thought that he could be mistaken for one of those series lines. After all, there was only ten of him made but only two had ever been activated.
“We have, you broke into the DPD and then fled once I began questioning you. You’re capable of doing some interesting things with your phone but I no longer have the authority to arrest you.” He answered, probably too truthfully.
“Can you play a song?” He asked, having only caught him strumming random notes.
He hadn't expected the confession to come out so willingly, especially to the detail. The hacker was a bit embarrassed and wary, though mostly feeling the former much more.
What really put him off was the quick change off subject, namely to what he was doing right now which was playing his guitar. He... wasn't sure what to say for a second. He felt that he wanted to run, despite the android saying that he had no authority. Was that a lie?
"I... uh..."
He cleared his throat for a bit before he asked, "Uh... what song do you want me to play?"
As he readied himself to play whatever song the android would suggest, he began to glance around to be sure there were no cops that were sneaking around.
Jedi folded her arms over her chest, watching silently between the two more experienced hacker. She bit at her lip, glancing away, flinching when Federico yelled.
“That’s enough.” She said softly, lifting her gaze up to Federico. “Enough.” This wasn’t going to go over well, what she was planning to say next. Yeah it wasn’t going to go over well. “Mikhail… I’m pulling the plug. We’re not taking this job. Once we leave here, I’ll personally go back to give the money back.”
She stepped up to him, lifting up her shirt in the process, revealing the puckered scars on her stomach. “Remember this? Remember how I got these? Because I went in on a suicide mission. I got out okay, but only because you found me before they did. And I’m sorry, but we’re not going to work a fucking suicide mission for a random run of the mill client that’s a dime a dozen with less dangerous cases.”
Mikhail had turned his head away from the scar she was brandishing towards him, a reminder of what he had pulled her into. However, what really was sticking more than anything was that these people, the ones he considered the closest and most trustworthy of anyone he knew, didn’t want to help him.
Of course, his common sense wasn’t the one who was in charge. Irrationality was in place as he snapped at the two of them, “You guys clearly don’t see how I see it.”
He shrugged as he then headed out, ignoring Federico’s further complaints.
“That idiot’s gonna get himself killed,” the hacker huffed before looking at Jedi for help.
[Got caught up on work drama, roommate drama and personal drama. Now i’m going to queue what I can today that I missed. Like this if I owe you.]
“Who are YOU?”
Muse: ARCEEFandom: Transformers Bayverse
The Autobot stretched her bipedal form, having been stuck in her vehicle mode for sometime. She nearly strained her back just a bit, not that it was going to put her in an immobile state.
However, her internal system alerted her to a presence, one that wasn’t human. She become high alert as her servos quickly shifted into her blasters and pointed down at who had tried to ambush her.
What she was greeted with was something… peculiar.
A human? No, her sensor stated otherwise? A Pretender? If this one was, she couldn’t see which side the belonged.
She remained silent while aiming her blasters at the human-look alike while trying to think of a way to slip away.
“Perfect. I need a drink nd you look like you could use one too. I mean, I am assuming that drinks or something was the ultimate end goal to your flirting of course.” He chuckled, moving to lead the way.
“I mean, I’d rather be sober so I don’t end up saying something that... embarrass me more,” he chuckled, moving to walk alongside him as they strolled out to the street.
“I mean, we don’t have to grab a drink.”
Part of living was to experience things so he tried not to keep himself too cooped up at Cyberlife Tower. He always liked the sound of music and so did a lot of other androids apparently, having noticed the small group gathering around the man.
If he were to be honest, he’d never of expected to meet Mikhail this way. Maybe finding him and arresting him, thinking about it now, he wondered if the BOLO was still out for him. He did have quite a few questions he wanted to ask him about that day but as it stood, he wasn’t assigned to work with the DPD anymore, thus had no real reason to make his presences known. Much like the other’s, his interest had been in watching, having heard the guitar before but never seen someone play it in person.
“You sound quite good, did it take you long to learn how to play?” He asked casually, he half expected the man to bolt. That's if he remembered him, which was a stupid thought to have crossed his mind. If he didn’t remember the day back at the precinct then he’d know of him because of the media. Everyone should know who the five main leaders of the revolution are, the media focusing more on himself, Markus and North, much to his disdain.
He was ready to run again, though he didn’t want to have to leave his guitar behind. It was a personal keepsake of his. Of course, he did hear what this android had done, or was it someone else? Honestly, he wasn’t sure.
Maybe this wasn’t the one that chased him everywhere, given that he wasn’t acting that too familiar with him. Still, he had to at least be careful as he answered back with a soft strum of the strings, “I learned it from my dad.”
Finally, he asked, “Have... have we met before? I know you guys have the same face but... you give off this vibe like we’ve come across each other.”
“Oh boy, should we!!” Any reasonable person would take a gander at the danger lurking just out of sight, shake their heads and swear themselves off trying to command that kind of power for themselves. Even if the culprit couldn’t be seen directly, it could be felt in the vibrations of the ground right under their feet. Even the loose rocks trembled with each violent thrust of its body against the flimsy excuse of a barrier temporarily holding it at bay.
Yeah. Temporarily.
Nothing made by human hands would be able to contain that thing for long. Not with its attention poised and ready to devour the prey that had unwittingly stumbled into its midst. Well, at least one of them was an unwilling participant. He’d come there for the explicit purpose of facing down the beast. …. and had been greeted by a pale faced stranger too late to undo it.
Shit that was sloppy. And now it was object damage control. More important, object try not to die horrendously.
Fitting nicely with the trend of his life! It was always a race against the clock of death for him. More often than not, he dragged an innocent into it.
“We could flee for the hills. In fact, I would recommend it.” The words greatly contradicted his actions, following the boy up the rickedly ladder. It was so thoroughly rusted through, its peeling surface nicked and scratched at his hands on the way up. Just to make the experience that much more uncomfortable for those forced to endure it.
“Unfortunately, it would do little good. For you, any how. Head to the center of the rooftop. It doesn’t have to be exact or anything, but any length of space we can give ourselves to work with would be keen.” Not to mention space to watch their front and rear for the appearance of a nasty. It wouldn’t give them a lot of time to defend themselves if it found them and struck. So, that split second they had while surveying their surroundings could mean the difference between life and death.
“It formed an attachment to you. Which means, no matter where you go, it’ll be there to greet you. Unless we take care of it now.”
“A... a what?!”
Almost everything was registered clearly in his head as Mikhail listened intently while keeping an eye at the edge of the rooftop. That monster’s presence felt closer and the fact that the man told him as plain as day that this thing was attached to him was not really helping with his current state of mind.
“You’re... you’re fuckin’ joking, right?” Mikhail nearly stuttered out as he felt the building shake just a bit. Was it out? Did it get out? Does it know where they were or more to the fact, where he was? The revelation that the man had given him was still shaking his psyche. Sure, he was used to the fact that there were people chasing him, whether it was Blume agents that found out about his whereabouts or rival Fixers that were hired for his death.
This was something entirely new or more to the actual fact that he couldn’t fight whatever it was down there. He knew that if he went head to head on his own, he would be dead in an instant... hopefully.
“Wait, take care of it how?” he asked the stranger, almost moving to follow his lead. He had to know how to kill it or at least put it down.
