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"What, you expect me to be your little escort? You disgust me.I wouldn't dare to entertain vermin like you. Find someone else to do it."

He spat.

How does New Machina look like?

(ooc: you already sent me this question! if you're unsure if i got your question you may dm the rp blog and i'll answer asap!)

"It's more beautiful than a puny human brain like yours could imagine. Your frail little earth ecosystem pales in comparison in both looks and functionality. It'd break your very comprehension."

Record spat, tapping his digit on the asker's head a few times.

"Knowing your kind, that description probably makes you want to see it even more."

Note: Remember that nothing my characters say is real. I am just playing their role.

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How does New Machina look like?

(ooc: you already sent me this question! if you're unsure if i got your question you may dm the rp blog and i'll answer asap!)

"It's more beautiful than a puny human brain like yours could imagine. Your frail little earth ecosystem pales in comparison in both looks and functionality. It'd break your very comprehension."

Record spat, tapping his digit on the asker's head a few times.

"Knowing your kind, that description probably makes you want to see it even more."

Note: Remember that nothing my characters say is real. I am just playing their role.

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He paused for a second, trying not to let the embarrassment get to him.

"That's none of your business...And do you recharge in your alt mode or what? Surely you don't spend all day on the racetrack.."

Silver Racer walked silently towards the DJ. He surprisingly said nothing, just stood there and looked at the other bot, he was wet from one of Record Scratch's traps. The only sounds that could be heard were the engines running, the computer running, and water dripping off the silver bot. Silver Racer simply waited for Record Scratch to finish working or pay attention to the new sound, Silver Racer's optics spoke of irritation.

Record did eventually turn around, sort of jumping at the sight. Once it hit, he threw him helm back, cackling with laughter.

"PFFFFFHAHAHAHHAHAA!!-- How did you fare with that new security measure? Let's hope your paint doesn't chip off anytime soon AHAHAHAHA!!"

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"My limited edition G1 Grimlock hoodie made of pure fleece and tailored to my exact proportions? Yes, I'm very comfortable in them. Because they are mine."

Record let out a little laugh and kept his optics on his datapad

"You should invest in these. They're called pajamas ✨"

Silver Racer walked silently towards the DJ. He surprisingly said nothing, just stood there and looked at the other bot, he was wet from one of Record Scratch's traps. The only sounds that could be heard were the engines running, the computer running, and water dripping off the silver bot. Silver Racer simply waited for Record Scratch to finish working or pay attention to the new sound, Silver Racer's optics spoke of irritation.

Record did eventually turn around, sort of jumping at the sight. Once it hit, he threw him helm back, cackling with laughter.

"PFFFFFHAHAHAHHAHAA!!-- How did you fare with that new security measure? Let's hope your paint doesn't chip off anytime soon AHAHAHAHA!!"

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Record plopped down on top of his bed and pulled the covers over him. From there, he took out a data pad and began scrolling through it.

"All vocaloids have different versions. Newer versions are updated to sound cleaner and more "human" so to speak. It's somewhat impressive, actually. You should look into it."

Silver Racer walked silently towards the DJ. He surprisingly said nothing, just stood there and looked at the other bot, he was wet from one of Record Scratch's traps. The only sounds that could be heard were the engines running, the computer running, and water dripping off the silver bot. Silver Racer simply waited for Record Scratch to finish working or pay attention to the new sound, Silver Racer's optics spoke of irritation.

Record did eventually turn around, sort of jumping at the sight. Once it hit, he threw him helm back, cackling with laughter.

"PFFFFFHAHAHAHHAHAA!!-- How did you fare with that new security measure? Let's hope your paint doesn't chip off anytime soon AHAHAHAHA!!"

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The mood in the room automatically shifted. Record crossed his arms over his chassis.

"And have you ever dared to look into which version of Hatsune Miku was used for the song? Vocaloids are made using voices of real people who sing out syllables which are then recorded and put into the software. Depending on the era, the voice may sound smoother or choppier depending on the software used. Produce SAWTONE prefers to use hatsune miku v.2 which is an older version of hatsune miku so of course a newer voice box used to sing the song is going to sound more alive. Do you even know the basics of vocaloid?"

Silver Racer walked silently towards the DJ. He surprisingly said nothing, just stood there and looked at the other bot, he was wet from one of Record Scratch's traps. The only sounds that could be heard were the engines running, the computer running, and water dripping off the silver bot. Silver Racer simply waited for Record Scratch to finish working or pay attention to the new sound, Silver Racer's optics spoke of irritation.

Record did eventually turn around, sort of jumping at the sight. Once it hit, he threw him helm back, cackling with laughter.

"PFFFFFHAHAHAHHAHAA!!-- How did you fare with that new security measure? Let's hope your paint doesn't chip off anytime soon AHAHAHAHA!!"

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ooc: you're okay!! dont even worry ^^ i can absolutely dump his lore to you if you'd like

All you need is some time to sit down and sleep without having to worry about anything going on in reality.

Have you ever considered taking time off?

The screens are not good for your optical sensors you know.

"And who are you to tell me I need rest? Are you the deity of sleep or something? I've evaded you for so long, why torment me now?"

Record chortled to himself and spun in his chair.

"What do you want?"

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"PFFFHAHAHA- ahem. Of couuuurse. Here you gooooo. ^^"

Silver Racer walked silently towards the DJ. He surprisingly said nothing, just stood there and looked at the other bot, he was wet from one of Record Scratch's traps. The only sounds that could be heard were the engines running, the computer running, and water dripping off the silver bot. Silver Racer simply waited for Record Scratch to finish working or pay attention to the new sound, Silver Racer's optics spoke of irritation.

Record did eventually turn around, sort of jumping at the sight. Once it hit, he threw him helm back, cackling with laughter.

"PFFFFFHAHAHAHHAHAA!!-- How did you fare with that new security measure? Let's hope your paint doesn't chip off anytime soon AHAHAHAHA!!"

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Record finally calmed down enough to answer. His optics were still sparkling from the leftover laughter.

"And why should I lend you one? Maybe if you ask nicely."

He snorted to himself.

Silver Racer walked silently towards the DJ. He surprisingly said nothing, just stood there and looked at the other bot, he was wet from one of Record Scratch's traps. The only sounds that could be heard were the engines running, the computer running, and water dripping off the silver bot. Silver Racer simply waited for Record Scratch to finish working or pay attention to the new sound, Silver Racer's optics spoke of irritation.

Record did eventually turn around, sort of jumping at the sight. Once it hit, he threw him helm back, cackling with laughter.

"PFFFFFHAHAHAHHAHAA!!-- How did you fare with that new security measure? Let's hope your paint doesn't chip off anytime soon AHAHAHAHA!!"

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All you need is some time to sit down and sleep without having to worry about anything going on in reality.

Have you ever considered taking time off?

The screens are not good for your optical sensors you know.

"And who are you to tell me I need rest? Are you the deity of sleep or something? I've evaded you for so long, why torment me now?"

Record chortled to himself and spun in his chair.

"What do you want?"

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Dumps, Mars squlish from rescuebots s1 ep 19 on bro

"Have funnn"

- very loving/p friend munnie

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Silver Racer walked silently towards the DJ. He surprisingly said nothing, just stood there and looked at the other bot, he was wet from one of Record Scratch's traps. The only sounds that could be heard were the engines running, the computer running, and water dripping off the silver bot. Silver Racer simply waited for Record Scratch to finish working or pay attention to the new sound, Silver Racer's optics spoke of irritation.

Record did eventually turn around, sort of jumping at the sight. Once it hit, he threw him helm back, cackling with laughter.

"PFFFFFHAHAHAHHAHAA!!-- How did you fare with that new security measure? Let's hope your paint doesn't chip off anytime soon AHAHAHAHA!!"

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Runs up to you and dumps a pile of large batteries infront of you before disintegrating

(your art is so good! have a good day/night)

ooc: tysm!!! and record will have to find storage for all those batteries..

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what if your doppelganger loved being you more than you ever loved being yourself. they're better at being you and everyone loves them and it feels almost selfish to want your life back. i want clone horror but the horror is that the thing trying to replace you is also the person you always wanted to be.

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"ay dios mio..."

Record turned towards Acid Base, pupils narrowing into slits. It seemed the Hot Brown Morning Potion pissed him off more than helped.

"What's the fragging meaning of this? Caffiene does nothing for me. All you've done is RUIN my FRAME. AGAIN. Get the frag out of my studio before I MAKE you get out!"

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"Can you put something citrus-y in it this time? I like the taste."

He plopped down on the couch and watched Cathode from there, optics lingering on the pretty red tint of his paintjob.

New Mission Notification.

Assignment: Utilize your audio hypnosis to bring the requested target to our headquarters.

Target: Tv Show Host under the stage-name of "Cathode".

Note from Hivemind:

This is your purpose now. Remember where your loyalties lie.

"....I'm on it."

Record got up from his desk with little to no resistance, packing up his card weapon. From there, he proceeded to make his way over to Cathode's ship.

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"You think I would get this ugly thing myself?"

He scoffed a little, trying to play it off.

"Just let me stay with you for a bit. I'll fill you in on everything."

New Mission Notification.

Assignment: Utilize your audio hypnosis to bring the requested target to our headquarters.

Target: Tv Show Host under the stage-name of "Cathode".

Note from Hivemind:

This is your purpose now. Remember where your loyalties lie.

"....I'm on it."

Record got up from his desk with little to no resistance, packing up his card weapon. From there, he proceeded to make his way over to Cathode's ship.