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Moving this muse over to my new multimuse blog

so this blog will no longer be in use but you can still rp w cyborg over @musesea

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Moving this muse over to my new multimuse blog

so this blog will no longer be in use but you can still rp w cyborg over @musesea

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Moving this muse over to my new multimuse blog

so this blog will no longer be in use but you can still rp w cyborg over @musesea

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So I saw Gorillaz live last night and tbh I think it brought back my Cyborg muse 👀 I'm gonna try to shower and get more rest bcs last might was tiring af but I'm totally gonna try to be more active on here for now on

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Indie Rick and Morty RP blog

//Semi-selective//Multifandom & OC friendly//Icons, no icons, paragraph, one liner, novella//5 years of experience//

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@soulsell

The cyborg remained almost perfectly still as the Niccals stomped on over, plastic jaw set, eyes narrowed. The only thing that moved were his hands, they shook slightly as he fought his programming to the best of his ability. He clearly was willing himself with internalized desperation to just shoot him! Just one bullet. Just one shot. He was running low on them, but lodging one in Murdoc’s skull would certainly be worth the 30-something cents or so. Motherboard, it would be so easy.. yet, alas, he could only find it in him to squeeze that trigger when he was aiming for walls near his creator, not the wall that was him.

2.0 looked unimpressed with Murdoc’s finger wagging, hardly even as the bassist continued to hiss at him in his (completely justified) rage. “I wouldn’ know if I did. Blow a fuse, that is. The person who used to do my diagnostics ditched me once he got his original back an’ didn’ exactly teach me how to do it m'self before he did.” The cyborg droned bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I wasn’ aiming for you, you gigantic infant. It was a warning shot, but you ignored it an’ tromped on in here anyway, so I fink I jus’ wasted a bullet for nuffink.”

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Moonlight (detail), 1902 oil on canvas Lionel Walden

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The cyborg breathed a huff of a laugh through his nose as he peered down at the Niccals, clearly as amused as his programming could allow.

“Or what?” 2D asked, cocking an eyebrow, running the pad of his thumb over the button of the small remote in his grasp. “You’re not really in the best position to be givin’ commands; on top of the remote,” fleeting pressure against the button gave Murdoc a little ZAP. “I’ve got guns, too. Pity I’m not jus’ some mindless machine that takes any orders it gets anymore, innit?”

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‘what do you think you’re doing  ??’the older man spat as the collar was put around his neck, eyeing the cyborg.‘you better get this offa me right now.’

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Alcohol didn’t do much for him–or anything, really, given the fact that he was mostly synthetic parts, but the aesthetic was enough to drive the automaton to the nearest, shoddiest bar on a Wednesday night. Nowadays, 2.0 had little direction; no Murdoc to protect, no band to front for, no music to sing along to. It was just Cy, his guns, and where ever the wind took him. He couldn’t even get a job, given the fact that in the government’s eyeshe technically didn’t exist, so it was good that he didn’t need to eat to survive.

2D had sat himself silently at the bar, ordering a drink he fully intended to skip out on paying for when his heightened senses sent off alarm bells. He stopped mid-order, looking up in slight bemusement before he saw it; him.

The sight of Murdoc Niccals striding into the pub made 2.0’s gut drop and twist, leaving the robot feeling nauseous despite his lack of appetite ever. His mind shorted for a moment, staticing in blank anxieties before he acted on instinct. The barstool he had perched upon was kicked aside carelessly as he slid from it, swinging the assault rifle off of his shoulder to fire off a warning shot. The bullet made a hole in the wall just above the infamous bassist’s shoulder.

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The Cyborg cringed at the mention of the famous bassist, averting his gaze momentarily before straightening up and regarding his doppleganger with a reticent gaze once again. “Eugh..somefin like her, I fink. Haven’ met her, but she seems okay. Don’t take orders from the old bag anymore, though. Not even when he texts me all pissed off his ass.”

2D wants to meet you! He's over at @2daskmeanything if you're interested Cyborg 2D!

I guess I may as well say hello to the bloke who shares my DNA.. no matter how weird or uncomfortable it may be. 

Greetings @2daskmeanything​ ! Sorry if I’ve been a little standoffish. Can’t help but be a little bitter sometimes, given the band dumped me for the “real” 2D, but I know that’s not your fault. 

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2D wants to meet you! He's over at @2daskmeanything if you're interested Cyborg 2D!

I guess I may as well say hello to the bloke who shares my DNA.. no matter how weird or uncomfortable it may be. 

Greetings @2daskmeanything​ ! Sorry if I’ve been a little standoffish. Can’t help but be a little bitter sometimes, given the band dumped me for the “real” 2D, but I know that's not your fault. 

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OOC; I have 2 entire followers because I’m not entirely sure how to get a rp blog off the ground but, here’s my shoddy attempt to. Like or reblog this if you would be interested in getting a starter or talking OOC to flesh out some plot together (you can specify which in the tags, but if not/if you only like this I’ll assume you simply want a random starter)

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The sun will always rise 

ig: annahndrcksn

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"I don' fink there was anything for you to do for me in the first place." Cy said simply, fixing his obsidian gaze on some point far off and lifting his shoulders in a loose shrug. "Jus' thought that we might be able to relate to each other a little. Not about the cyborg thing, but the whole 'you look like this guy' fing. Haven't really met anybody else wif the same problem." There was a beat before the automaton forced an awkward smile, obviously trying to push through his naturally reticent nature to make the human before him more comfortable. "I haven't really met many people, though."

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The automaton fished around in one of his pockets for a cigarette, bringing it to his lips but never lighting it. Though, one could suppose it would be even weirder if he actually did light it. He simply held the cigarette between his lips as the human before him blubbered nervously. “Uh, 2D works. Or 2.0. Or Cyborg, Cy..none of that mister Pot business, though.” There was a beat before his lips pulled into an amused grin as he eyed Jesus. “You sure are a jumpy sod. Wot, are you ‘fraid the big soulless robot is gonna shoot you up fulla holes or somefink?”

Well, there was a first time for everything, and that included interacting with cyborgs. “Ok, uh, Cyborg… I mean, fuck–” His speech was interrupted by what came off as an insult; from which he was physically unable to be offended by, because, again, the other was a weaponized cyborg. “

I mean, yeah?! I’m–I-I’m sorry for being scared, man, but this is my first time meeting somebody like you and–Hey, I never said you were soulless! That’s kind of a deep subject and… I don’t think you lack a soul, anyway, ‘cause you have DNA on you, right? And the soul is an intangible concept we’ve given to living beings so– Oh fuck I’m talking too much.

Anyway, what can I do for you again?”