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Post by Allison Jones on Mar 24, 2012 2:30:11 GMT -5
“But I wanna know! Ivan!!” Allie huffed as her owner hurried out of the room, leaving her alone to get dressed. She supposed that she could always look online for what Yong Soo and Jin had been talking about but there was so much false information online that she might not find what she needed! If Ivan told her, she knew that he wouldn’t lie to her!
Standing up, she dropped the sheet and tried to avoid looking at her strange new appendage. Really, how did males deal with this odd thing between their legs? It was much too strange, she thought, as she pulled on the pants. They were a bit too long for her, covering her feet, so she had to roll up the cuffs. Once she deemed herself presentable, well, more like just decent since Ivan’s fashion sense was terrible, she left the room, wanting to know was what this thing that people in did.
If you did it with someone you loved, then she wanted to do it with Ivan!
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Mar 25, 2012 0:43:38 GMT -5
"Not worry~" Ivan called out after he closed the door to the room behind him. At least in the hall, he wouldn't have to look at Al's curious face and end up giving into to answering the questions that he would really rather not answer. He hated being manipulated like that, even if Al wasn't doing it on purpose or even in a negative manner. He just felt... uncomfortable when someone used the same tricks he did to get their way. Oh well as long as he didn't have to answer any questions he was uncomfortable with.
From down the hall, he'd heard what sounded like a bed bouncing up and down, along with less than general audience approved sounds. A bit of color ran to his face. That's something he really didn't want to imagine. Hopefully they were using condo- that was silly. Bots don't need contraceptives. They're infertile and can't carry conventional disease. Ivan just pulled his scarf up over his ears, hiding the reddening skin, and decided to... just thunk his forehead carefully against the wall. |
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Post by jin on Mar 25, 2012 1:08:13 GMT -5
...Oh, that was a tan? Whoops.
“That’s true,” Jin nodded, having experienced a similar situation before. “But I guess you’re right; Kiku’s sneaky enough to keep out of Mister Braginsky's way – he’s been doin’ alright so far, right? By the way, I like fire,” she added with a vaguely creepy expression.
She wasn’t so sure about Yong Soo’s decision to label Ivan as the ‘enemy’ though; after purchasing the Japanese bot, she’d taken the time to download and skim through his user manual, and she could’ve sworn it had said something about not mentioning the words ‘ninja’ to him... Or maybe it was ‘samurai’? Ah well, probably wasn’t important.
“So what didja want to test out with this new mod?” she asked, rolling next to Yong Soo and poking his cheek. “Better collect the data now before Miss Allie turns like, green, and breaks down the door demanding you to reverse it and junk.”
Cuz both of them were just guinea pigs, right? No prob. |
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Post by minty on Mar 25, 2012 1:14:14 GMT -5
User voice command acknowledged_
Electronic lights flashed behind Kiku's dark eyes and the embarrassed look on his face dissolved into a blank expression. He immediately stood up straighter than even before and the hand that was previously frantically waving the feather duster fell to his side as he spoke the words out loud,
"Yes Master."
Unbeknownst to the Korean bot, who was also technically Kiku's owner, those words triggered a number of pre-inputted processes in the Asian bot's central processors.
Deep within Kiku's programming, something was amiss:
keyword: ninja (n) - a covert agent or mercenary in feudal Japan who specialized in unorthodox warfare: retrieving functions_
| espionage | sabotage |infiltration | assassination | OK!
keyword: enemy (n) - a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something_
confirming target OK!
"I will go retrieve some weapons from the kitchen then."
Kiku gave both occupants of the room a deep bow before using the dust that was accumulated on the feather duster as a sort of smoke screen. By the time the dust had cleared enough for anybody to be able to see again, the door was wide open-
and the ninja bot, was nowhere to be found.
It seems those orders have been interpreted to "eliminating the enemy"~ <3 |
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Post by arthur on Mar 25, 2012 15:36:11 GMT -5
Arthur swore softly, checking his phone and frowning. He hadn't meant to be late to pick Jin up, but the damned meeting with Francis had run over. What an irritation the man was. He took a breath, his scowl lessening as he knocked on Ivan's door. He could hear some movement inside the apartment and shook his head, bringing up the screen to call Jin.
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Post by yongsoo on Mar 25, 2012 23:40:49 GMT -5
“I already collected most of the data I needed that involved any particular tests. All that’s really left is having you two go about doing normal things for the next few days. Once that’s all done, I’ll download the data from your cpus and work with it from there. Though, I defiantly need to look into some kinda mod to keep from bot from having an emotional fritz like Allie did.”
Yong Soo startled when Kiku stiffened. “What the? Master? Is this some kinda new game? Wait, knives? What do you need knives for?!” Next thing the Korean bot knew there was a thick cloud of dust and Kiku was gone.
“... I think he’d going to try and kill Ivan. Weird. You would think those directions, he’d choose like hiding and breaking in instead of murder. Is there something in his manual about it. Or anything to stop it?”
Honestly, between broken bed, Allie’s breakdown, Jin sudden puppy dog eyes, the baby making rumors, and now Kiku trying to off Ivan, there was no way to make it worse.
A familiar ring tone filled the air. “Please tell me that’s not Captain K.”
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Post by Allison Jones on Mar 26, 2012 0:30:59 GMT -5
Allie left the room and walked over to Ivan, trying to ignore the sounds that were coming from down the hall. It sounded like someone was jumping up and down on a bed, which was just silly. Why would the other bots be doing that? Maybe they had gotten bored… She shrugged it off and latched herself onto Ivan’s arm, not wanting to be apart from her right now. It was bad enough that she was a boy but if she had to be away from Ivan, she didn’t think she would be able to handle anything.
“Should I make you breakfast with tea, Ivan? Since it looks like you just woke up…” She gently tugged him toward the kitchen when the sound of the doorbell stopped her. “Who could that be?”
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Mar 26, 2012 1:11:01 GMT -5
When Al came back out into the hallway, Ivan stopped smacking his head against the wall. At least now he had something else to focus on. He sighed, not minding when Al took his arm. Granted, he could walk and they both knew that, but Al was always on the... clingy side. It was just something he was starting to get used to. He shook his head, actually only wanting tea, which he could make himself. It would just be a quick walk to the kitchen and a bit a dance with the electric samovar before he would have a nice hot cup of tea.
However, that pleasant thought was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Oh! Who could that be? He could only wonder as he altered his course from the kitchen to the door. Opening it, a vague look of surprise passed over his face before vanishing quickly at the sight of Arthur on the threshold of the penthouse. "Arthur?" he asked, "Is goot to see you~ Здравствуй~" He hummed slightly, "I forgot you were comink today~" With a step back and gesture of his non-Al-coated arm, he beckoned his colleague into the penthouse. |
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Post by jin on Mar 26, 2012 1:13:33 GMT -5
“...There was something in his manual about not saying, it, but I don’t remember if it said anything about how to stop it,” Jin blinked, still staring at the small cloud of dust Kiku had stirred up. “What kind of feature is th-”
She broke off mid sentence as soon as a familiar tune rang out from a pile of clothes at the end of the bed where she had woken up. As if mesmerised, Jin rolled off the bed and padded, barefoot, towards the source of the sound, finally locating a black smartphone in the back pocket of her old jeans. She didn’t even have to check the screen to know who it was – the ring belonged to Arthur.
Jin bit her lip, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to resist answering a call from her owner, no matter how much she wanted to keep Yong Soo out of trouble. However, it only took a short moment for her programming to make the decision for her. A bot only had so much willpower of its own, after all.
“Right...then I won’t tell you,” she blinked, hiding the screen.
The only reason Arthur had never found out about any of the prior mods was because, frankly, he had never asked about them specifically, allowing Jin to simply neglect mentioning that they ever happened. This...didn’t seem like it would work for their particular situation, but one could never tell. Keeping Yong Soo away from her precious phone with her foot, she brought up the video screen, gold eyes brightening upon seeing her owner’s face.
“Hullo daddy,” Jin said, trying her best to make it seem like everything was completely normal. “You’re an hour and thirty seven minutes later than expected – I suppose your meeting with Monsieur Bonnefoy ran over schedule, as usual?”
...Maybe he wouldn’t even notice. |
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Post by arthur on Mar 26, 2012 1:20:54 GMT -5
Luckily for Jin, Arthur was not looking at the screen, but rather at the blonde man hanging off of Ivan's arm. "Ah . . . Yes, I'm here to pick up Jin . . ." He barely glanced at the screen, trying to place the blond's face. "Sorry, lad. I'm here now. I'll see you in a moment." He hung up, stowing the phone away in his pocket.
The Englishman shook his head. "I'll just take myself back to Yong Soo's room to get Jin. I can see that you're busy entertaining . . ." He stepped into the apartment, glancing around self-consciously, before heading towards the hall that led to Yong Soo's room.
"Jin?" He called out, checking his watch. "It's time to leave, lad."
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Post by minty on Mar 27, 2012 2:12:45 GMT -5
Kiku flew down the hall, navigating through the different rooms as if he never had any trouble finding his way around the place before. If anyone were watching him at that moment, it would seem like they were viewing a replay of a certain dodgy anime show, particularly one that starred a loudmouthed blond ninja only Kiku was actually doing his job right and making an effort to stay hidden, at least.
It was a shame nobody was around to witness the Asian bot running around like an Asian vampire on the ceiling.
The doorbell rung just as Kiku rounded the corner to the kitchen and he landed gracefully and quietly on the floor, in front of the drawer containing what he hoped were weapons he sought to eliminate the enemy with.
"Not here," he whispered irritatedly.
Alas, there were no knives to be found, not even a decent bread knife, and the activity from the front of the residence went suspiciously quiet. Time was running short and now he had to get rid of the newly arrived "witness" along with the primary target.
Kiku grabbed what he could, a bunch of silver spoons and forks, and stored whatever he could not hold in his hands in that secret hammerspace all ninjas used to pull out their unused weapons (and various other unrelated objects of torture) from. It was an ancient technique every self-respecting anime character ripoff needed to learn to be able to carry around an insane number of kunai and shuriken for future use.
Sadly, it could not be used as a convenient hiding space as well.
Now with weapons at his disposal, the bot-turned-hitman reattached himself to the ceiling and moved on to locate and eliminate his targets. |
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Post by yongsoo on Mar 29, 2012 0:03:44 GMT -5
“...Shit. Captain wasn’t supposed to get out of his meeting for another three hours. But he didn’t notice your change in voice. Maybe I’ll luck out and he won’t notice any changes at all?” Yong Soo looked hopefully at the Chinese bot. “I mean, it’s not like the changes are all that different. I mean, your bra size is only a 36 B. And your hair is... down to your butt now. And I reconstructed everything from your brow ridge to your toe nails... Well, when your daddy castrates me, Ivan should be able to reattach it... If we’re lucky, maybe Kiku will get rid of Captain K too so there will be no witnesses?”
The look on Jin’s face quickly changed his mind. “I mean, we should go find Kiku and stop him before Ivan finds out he exists or he kills someone. Kiku said he was going to the kitchen right? Let’s put a disguise on you so Captain K won’t know anything is wrong.” Yong Soo looked Jin’s new body over. The best thing to do would have been to cut Jin’s hair and bind his breasts. That way Captain K wouldn’t notice the changes right away if Jin kept his distance. If he did that though, then he’d have to chop off the extentions he had spent forever perfecting. “On second thought, forget the disguise. Go distract Captain K so he can’t kill me while I go try to keep Kiku from going all anime ninja on their asses.”
Slipping into the hallway, Yong Soo pushed Jin to the direction of the front door and started to creep his way into the kitchen. The only thing worse the the threats of removal of his private bits was Ivan finding out he bought a bot in the Russian’s name, and had been hiding him in various closets in the Western Sector. “Kiku, here boy. Come here Kiku. I have new commands for you.”
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Post by Allison Jones on Mar 29, 2012 20:56:17 GMT -5
Allie continued to cling to Ivan's arm as they made their way to the door. She wasn't really all that worried about other people seeing her like this, because their opinions didn't matter to her. What mattered was whether or not Ivan was happy! Because if Ivan wasn't happy, then she wasn't doing her job as his companion bot.
However, when she saw that it was Arthur, she instantly cheered up, because the man would mostly definitely hurt Yong Soo for changing his precious Jin into a naked girl! Though she did blush a bit when Arthur seemed surprised to see her and said that Ivan was entertaining. What did the big browed man think they were up to? She glanced at Ivan, curious, as Arthur walked past them.
"What did he mean by entertaining?"
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Mar 29, 2012 21:07:28 GMT -5
Ivan was a bit taken aback that he didn't even really get a "hello" or any kind of friendly word from one of the two people outside of his home that he considered "friends". The moment Arthur was passed them, he felt himself legitimately frown for once. Friends were something he'd counted himself lucky to even have two of. That wasn't... what was wrong with Arthur? Sure, he knew the Englishman certainly wasn't the most affectionate, unlike Francis. Боже мой, the two were like night and day, but still...
Entertaining? Ivan certainly had not been, but then he remembered that the beautiful Allison had been almost magically turned into the handsome Al by Yong Soo's curious experiments. If Ivan himself hadn't initially recognized his own bot, then he really shouldn't have expected Arthur to. "But-" he half protested before Arthur had gone out of earshot. Well. That didn't work.
Al, however, was clearly not done with questions for the night. Awkward questions, at that. Ivan forced himself to smile again, even though the kind of, sort of "rejection" really hurt. "Is another think that you do not neet to know~" he hummed, "Is okey~"
It didn't occur to him that Yong Soo was very much in danger now that Arthur had been let in. One thing Ivan did not exactly have... was common sense.
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Post by jin on Mar 29, 2012 21:44:17 GMT -5
Arthur...didn’t notice! In fact, he didn’t seem to notice her at all, which was more than a little disheartening. What could he have been looking at? The only other people in the house were Ivan and...
Oh. Allie. That was probably it.
Jin sighed and hid the phone back into the folded pile of clothes, trying to look on the bright side, however bleak it seemed to her at the moment.
After sitting back on the bed, Jin flopped over and listened to Yong Soo’s rant. She gave the other bot a sympathetic look as he (once again) began to ramble on about this and that, worrying over the fate of his vital regions after Arthur found out what he had done. Aw, and he even knew her new chest size. That was kind of cute, in a creepy, pathetic sort of way. Her expression turned from blank to panicked when Yong Soo mentioned Kiku’s possible assassination attempt.
“Yong Soo, if that little hermit splits a single end on my daddy’s eyebrows, I will end him. Violently. With a spoon,” she warned.
The Chinese bot nodded at the second plan though, sliding off the bed and stepping into Yong Soo’s plushie tiger slippers...simply because Jin had always thought they were cute (maybe they would lessen the shock). The sooner they found Kiku, the sooner they could override his...kill command.
Jin gave the Korean bot one last look before making her way towards the front entrance, where she had heard Arthur calling her. The same fears Allie had felt upon waking up were beginning to worm their way into Jin’s own mainframe, though she was determined not to have a mini-meltdown. Throwing such a fit in front of Arthur was completely inappropriate – she’d show the rest of them how a proper high class should act.
With a small puff, Jin clipped her hair back, fully revealing both the orchid and the serial number imprinted on her neck. Both were unique to each bot – there would be absolutely no question about who she was. Steeling her nerve, Jin walked towards the door, dead set on keeping her sudden gender swap as causal as possible. Her resolve melted away quickly upon seeing the expression on her owner’s face, and by the time she stopped in front of him, she looked about ready to cry.
“...Daddy please don’t return me to the bot shop or like, sell me into a brothel or something because I can totally work this look until Yong Soo fixes me!” she blurted out, promptly smacking herself in the face a few seconds later.
So much for keeping the other bot out of trouble.
“Did I say Yong Soo? I meant Kim Jong Il,” Jin said, quickly stepping in front of the kitchen door and effectively blocking it. |
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