sweetdevil | 64th ♫ | overflowing with love i can't get under control

64th ♫ | overflowing with love i can't get under control

SHIPPY CMO

Ryoko Shinonome
Any, teens only

Yuri
m/f pref, teens/early 20s only

Lambda
any, adults only

Annaliese
m/f pref, 20+ only

Sakura Hoshizawa
any, teens only

Briar
any, teens only

A sweet and shippy CMO for some of Claire's girls! Just drop a comment below shouting out one of the girls listed here and let's get rolling with some tooth rotting goodness!

Other characters are also available so feel free to ask after them! The characters listed above are just the ones I'm feelin the most right now so I will be prioritizing prompts left for them!

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[ ... Ryoko squints at him again. This time, it's uncertainty making her brow furrow more than anything else. ]

I think I'll survive. [ Her voice croaks, as if from disuse. Just how long was she out? ] Or I'm guessing that I will, at least. You don't exactly make it easy to tell.

[ She could be bleeding out all over the bedcovers and she doesn't think his approach would change all that much. ]

Where am I? ... or, where are we, I should say.

This is a clinic on the border of Sutoku and Enma territory. The owner is not here, but I do not believe she will mind.

[He ran into her once. Seemed nice.

Not exactly an endearing quality in and of itself, but he did mark her down in his brain as "would overlook breaking and entering for someone's safety". This qualifies.

It's all he really says. He isn't going to go on and say he saved her or anything, even though it's what happened.]

Khh... far away from my own, it sounds like.

[ With her good hand, she presses down into the mattress to try and push herself up to at least sit and look around. Almost immediately, her shoulder blades and chest make their noisy protest known and she spits something deeply unladylike under her breath. ]

What even happened for me to end up here?

[ ... she's still trying to force herself up, even though she's gone pale and sweating with the effort. girl... ]

My guess would be some sort of reckless abandon on your part.

You are awfully bold for someone so fragile.

[And here he is, making her feel better by talking shit about her.

Metal approaches and lays a cold, clawed hand against her arm.]

If you continue to force yourself, you will only injure yourself further. I do not possess the skills required to treat you in the event of that occurring.

[Get the hint?]

[ She has the absolute audacity to look offended, even though she's the one looking like she got run over by a train right now. ]

It wasn't reckless. [ it was ] It was for a reward from the faction head and–

[ ... okay, she's getting nowhere fast trying to get up and even Ryoko can catch a hint that she's pushing herself too hard for the time being. So she huffs out the most petulant little sigh imaginable and lets herself flop back into the bed. ]

... anyway. Exactly how hurt am I?

[ If she can't sit up, she's assuming the answer is in the region of 'a lot'. ]

Sensors indicate significant physical trauma to the torso, legs and left arm.

[Isn't a robot friend convenient?]

Suggested course of action: treatment of wounded areas and rest.

[ convenient. sure. ]

My legs? [ She sounds more offended by that than legitimately concerned. ] So even once I'm out of bed, my movement will be compromised...

[ Great. This is going to cause all kinds of setbacks. God knows when she'll be able to ride her bike again and with that off the table, she won't be able to do any work. She has the money to at least keep herself fed and watered for the time being but it irritates her beyond belief to have a roadblock like this suddenly plopped in front of her. ]

So, what do we do? Wait until whoever mans this clinic comes back?

Understand that I was designed as a weapon. I say this with no aptitude for medicine.

But if you remain untreated, it could be risky.

[Even if Eggman got his ass kicked or caught in an explosion, he probably tended to himself. Metal's brain can't lose any precious space that's really needed for faster murder.

But still...he wouldn't have brought her here in the first place if there wasn't some concern in his little (figurative) robo heart.]

I take it you do not possess any medical knowledge.

[cause if not.................

well, he'll have to do something. even if he isn't sure what]

[ . . . with the exasperated voice and expression of a person who's rapidly catching up to the inevitable turn of events here: ]

I have enough to treat myself if I'm injured in combat, but based on the condition I'm in right now, I don't have the physical strength to actually manage any of it.

[ She takes a deep, not-so-calming breath. ]

How about you?

...I possess the ability but not the knowhow.

[A brief but definitely there display of hesitation, all things considered.

Even still, although she could walk him through it, he raises his hands to show his claws, specifically.]

Furthermore, my hands are not designed for anything but killing. Unless I...

No, I could not do it.

[Somehow the whole idea just makes him feel weird.]

Well, you brought me here without killing me, didn't you?

[ Her tone is brisk, but not exactly impatient. ]

If I tell you what needs doing, are you reasonably sure you'll be able to do it? It's either that or wait until someone else who can gets here.

It would be difficult.

[But he said it himself. Waiting isn’t a good idea.]

…but I can work around it. I merely need to rid myself of my claws, otherwise I may injure you.

... they're detachable?

[ This feels like an extremely stupid question to be asking and yet. Somehow. This had never occurred to her even once. ]

No. [A beat.] Well, yes. But it would require careful disassembly, they do not simply ‘come off’.

[And then he’d have no hands! And that wouldn’t be helpful.

Before her very eyes, his body breaks down into that silvery, mercury substance.]

Edited 2022-10-31 18:08 (UTC)

[Reshaping into a taller.............

very familiar figure actually.]

It will be alright like this. If you have tended to your own wounds before, then logically your own hands are optimal for this kind of task.

[It's even her voice! Just, y'know, with Metal's general unemotiveness.]

[ Ryoko, perhaps understandably, almost falls out of bed. Or rather, more specifically, she tries to leap to her feet in alarm when Metal gloops all over the floor, fails due to being grievously injured and ends up dangling precariously off the edge off the mattress and gaping up at him as he reforms.

So, you know, getting off to a great start on the medical treatment. ]

You– [ She splutters a bit. Just give her a second. ] At least give me a warning before doing something like that!

[Look, it's fine - even with Ryoko's body it's not like he doesn't maintain all the cool things that make him a cool robot. The "Ryoko" in front of her moves faster than the genuine article probably ever has, managing to close the gap between them instantly and reach out with both hands to support her as she dangles off the edge of the mattress.

Not sure what her expectations for his new look are but honestly? The hands holding her feel just like the real deal. Even the body temperature matches, eerily.]

You are injured - we discussed this only a moment ago. [He guides her back into a more...well, as comfortable as she can be lying down in her current state...position. So now she just has herself looking down at her.] I must revaluate whether you are reckless or self destructive.

[ Oh this is weird! This is beyond weird! Somehow this is even more upsetting if he'd still felt cold and metallic! The absolute nadir of bedside manner here, folks. ]

I'm not being– reckless or self destructive! [ She sure is being defensive, though – thankfully, aside from sniping at him, she's not protesting being put back into bed. ] You do know that for most humans, this is fairly unsettling to see without any warning?

[ She's giving him some credit that he genuinely didn't know because this is Metal we're talking about but!! Jeez!! ]

...I see. Organic life forms are very precious regarding their identities.

[Which does encapsulate the physical aspect of it too, when he says that.]

It is something I cannot relate to. I have had several of my bodies destroyed in the past. The first time, my AI chip was even destroyed yet was recreated using data salvaged by my creator. I do not share your sentimentality.

[That's how he's referring to it. All infodumped in her voice.]

If you wish, I will adopt a different form.

[ Is this how she just sounds to other people all the time? Harrowing to consider!! ]

It isn't sentimentality. Humans don't usually see themselves like this unless they're looking in a mirror. If I'm seeing an exact copy of myself moving around and acting without my say so, that usually means something very wrong is going on.

[ getting this sort of thing across really does feel like explaining that water is wet, sometimes. it's not exactly his fault but jeez. ]

So, yes. A different form, if you don't mind.

Very well. I will refrain from adopting your form in your company.

[And he means that literally, because if one day he has to perform tamamo related espionage she may end up being one of the people he's gotta pass as.

He can't promise he won't ever impersonate her.]

[He once again becomes his grey goo self and reshapes into a different person altogether - a form that's just a little shorter than he was as Ryoko, blue hair, pronouns. His outfit's just a basic bitch white shirt, slacks and shoes.]

This form is wholly unique, so it should be satisfactory, yes?

[Whether or not she notices it's his normal speaking voice without the robotic filter, well, depends on how good her ear is.]

[ ... in a voice that sounds like she's admitting defeat: ] Yes, that's acceptable.

[ they have GOT to do something about the melting into goop part!!! ]

Are you still able to go over my injuries and see exactly what the damage is in that form? You haven't lost any functionality?

[ it's not like she has any idea how this skinsona business works, she's gotta ask! ]

...yes. Do not misunderstand the nature of my ability.

[He sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at her all the while, and reaches out to take a hold of her hand.

This time it's cold, just like his claws had been.

On top of that, if she looks down at his hand, she'll see the texture of his skin across his fingers gently ripple. Briefly, it regains that brushed metal look it usually has.]

This facade is only skin deep. Beneath the surface, my body is the same as it ever was.

[A roundabout way of saying "I haven't".

But "I haven't" all the same.]

Do not worry. I will do as I said I would.

Edited 2022-11-03 22:41 (UTC)

[ Her hand twitches under his grip like she might pull it back – even now, there's still that little alarm that goes off in the back of her head when she thinks too hard about the fact that she pals around with a killer robot on the regular. She knows better than to actually pay attention to it, though – he's proven he's a least... mostly trustworthy by now, even if that flies in the face of basically everything she's come to expect from robots like that. ]

... alright, then. [ She does, in fact, sound a little reassured despite everything. ] Tell me what sort of damage there is and I'll tell you where to start.

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