Cian Daniels 1993 Design Sheet

Cian Daniels 1993 Design Sheet

This took forever but rahhhhhhh here, Cian’s design reference for Parts 1 through to 5 of Hail, True Body!

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got damn

( @mustangs-flames )

Being an angelkin sucks sometimes :/

where is my halo. where are my wings. I only have two eyes. why aren’t I glowing? why is my flesh so heavy? hhhhh came out to one of my friends about being angelkin bc he already knows that I’m robotkin and wingedkin but he hasn’t responded and it’s been an hour (^^;)

It’s even more interesting bc I’m not very religious and I have occasional religious OCD, so I have no idea what I’m doing at this point

but yeah. missing the heavens rn

You know that AU I have? The robotic one? Well, here’s the first piece of writing for it! Enjoy!

TW: Cursing, violence(not onscreen), and death(not graphic). If I missed a warning, please let me know! Also, if you find any spelling or grammar errors, lemme know about that, too! :]

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIIIIIIT-!” Those were the words running through one unfortunate robot’s head as it sprinted through the densely wooded area that it just so happened to find itself in, the lights gleaming on its joints and “face” cutting through the fog in a way that made it’s job much harder.

Its current target had figured out its plan way too quickly. There were no gaps! No seams, no breaks, and, dare it say, not even a STITCH visible in its wonderful, perfect idea! So, what went wrong?

The bot ran through the plan again.

“Okay, 1768-B. It was easy: kill that dude’s classmate by beating the shit out of him, then call to ask for help on the group project they were doing. Ask if you could come over. Go over there. Then, take the dude’s place. Easy! So, what went wrong?

Y’know, it might have something to do with the fact that you forgot the name of the guy you were impersonating. And then didn’t think of a good explanation fast enough. But, hey, it’s-“

BAM!

Most robots generally don’t get distracted by their AI/inner monologue long enough to crash into a tree. 1768-B wasn’t like most robots. 1768-A, its AI, wasn’t like most AI, either, but that’s beside the point.

Once B peeled itself off the bark of the tree, A reminded it to turn up the sound sensors.

The footsteps and panicked breathing of the dude had disappeared.

“SHIT!”

B nodded in agreement. It was only a temporary setback; humans never go far. Usually. Didn’t one of their siblings have to travel to another country to catch their prey?

Eh, that wasn’t important right now. B started cautiously and quietly moving through the forest, using the good ol’ fashioned built-in GPS to try to find its way back into the city.

“Up and at ‘em. He could be anywhere, but chances are, he’s probably heading back home. So we just have to stay there and wait, and- shhh.”

B stopped moving at A’s shushing. The two sat there for a moment, the bot patiently waiting for what the AI had heard.

“Sounds like rocks rolling down a hill, doesn’t it? Does the GPS say something about a cliff?” B nodded. “Okay. Well… it can’t hurt to check it out.” “…

Well, I guess we won’t have to worry about that anymore.” B gave a huff of air through its vents, its version of a sigh.

They crouched down by the edge of the cliff, staring down at the motionless form of the dude below them.

The bot turned up the sensitivity of the audio sensors again, allowing the AI to listen.

No breathing. No heartbeat. No sound at all, except for the occasional wayward pebble falling.

“Does this count as a kill?” B shrugged. Its battery was depleted, and it didn’t get a chance to charge all day since it was too busy stalking the dude’s classmate. It dissolved its form a bit so it could slide down the cliff wall more easily. They came to a rest by the corpse of the dude, and it pawed at the air around the corpse.

Human souls are anchored to the body immediately after death for a bit, at least until they can move on. It seems like the dude hadn’t yet. 1768-B quickly “grasped” the soul, the familiar squirmy feeling of that empty cold-yet-warm air filling its mouth, and then its battery.

“Done?”

B nodded. A could be kind of demanding at times, but they were stuck together. Quite literally. AIs couldn’t survive outside of bots, and bots couldn’t survive without the AIs. But that’s unrelated.

1768 stood up and turned on the GPS’ navigation system, wandering in the vague direction of the attic that they called “home.” What have they learned?

Absolutely nothing. Well, except for maybe to remember names a bit more.

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