#lore soong rp

[eldersoonglore]

Continuation of this thread with @data-dominant

The paralyzed android sat there for a moment, a wave of shock and sadness rippling through him as his eyes fell on his niece's immobile body. He had heard some whispers here and there about another Soong-type being here, but it was never clear to him who that may be. Now that he was laying eyes on her for the first time, a slight shifting of goals switched deep in his chest.

He had notoriously been eager to reunite with family, after all.

Lore cut the feed as soon as his brother instructed him to cover him. He wasn't sure what his brother meant by that or what his plan was. Perhaps he meant to keep the door locked. There wasn't much he could do, but even still, the elder android shifted his efforts to gain that access. If he could figure it out in time, maybe he could prevent his own deactivation and give his brother enough time to find him.

Meanwhile, Maddox stood outside of Lal's lab where Data had just shut the hydraulic doors in his face. Something was off about this whole situation, causing the cyberneticist to squint his eyes suspiciously.

"Go and check on our friend downstairs. If his neural activity levels have risen substantially since the Lt. Commander has arrived, shelf him," he instructs his assistant, Deveraux.

"Of course, sir, but wouldn't that have risks disconnecting his matrix so quickly? It would be like tearing a rooted tree out of the ground-" the meek underling replies, to which Maddox snaps at him.

"Just do as I say! I don't have a good feeling about this either..." Maddox's expression says it all, twisting in anxiety to match the feeling bubbling in his gut.

[eldersoonglore]

Unfortunately for you, brother, I already looked in that folder.

Why do you have that on your bridge computer, Mr Starfleet Officer? Like looking at naughty things while you’re working?

[ensign-rx]

hello! i have star trek brain rot and would like to find some discord rps

about me: 30yr, she/her, PST timezone. i've rp'ed all my life but i fell away from it for the past 8 years. happy to be back!

style: lazy lit, i mirror my partner, but i average about 2-5 paragraphs. i'll rp all sorts of characters. im queer/poly friendly. i will double. happy with R-rated plots and content but i'm unlikely to get explicit.

prefs: only looking to write with 21+ people, preferably queer folk (even if our OCs aren't). most of my OCs are queer in sexuality and/or gender. romance is not required in my RPs. also, communication is important! lets change things up if you're not feeling a plotline or something. also, i like casual pacing and i am ditch friendly!

Bolded is who I'd like to play!

STAR TREK

Most of these I have starters ready for! I have watched these series (at least enough to RP them): TNG, VOY, LWD, PIC. Specific cravings below, but hit me up with your ideas too!

Lore Soong x OC (M x any), pre-Crystalline Entity, on Omicron Theta colony

Lore Soong x OC (M x any), canon divergent, on the Enterprise-D

Liberated Borg x OC (F//)

OC x Brad Boimler (i am cringe but i am free)

STEVEN UNIVERSE… IN STAR TREK

Gem OC x ??? - Musgravite was exiled from Homeworld and finds herself in Federation space. Still driven by her programming to command, she joins Starfleet in hopes of becoming a true captain.

Lethal Company

Our OCs are doing a run on Titan. Let's see if they survive.

Portal

I don't have any specific ideas but I finished Portal 2 and could be convinced for shenanigans at Aperture Science!

Other Fandoms

Project Zomboid, LOZ (OOC, MM, TP), Ace Attorney

if any of the following characters pique your interest, reach out here or ringingbellz@Discord!!!

[agnespjurati]

" Stay away from my niece."

“Your niece?”

The person in front of Agnes looked a lot like the late commander Data but he seemed as cold as the metallic floors of La Sirena. He had to be the infamous Lore, Data’s twin.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly want to get close to her!”

[janijaire]

Cont. @sharlayanwanderer

While the other man speaks Janijare takes a few cautious steps to join him at the tree. He still doesn't quite trust the ground, but the short distance between here and there doesn't seem like a danger. The response to the idea of him falling to potential doom is only met with a quiet hum; unlikely that he wants to spend overlong thinking on all the things that could have happened if it weren't for Lore's timely intervention.

"I am not climbing on top of that creature," he murmurs, resolute. It’s bad enough this fellow had seen him flail about after his rescue; he’s none too inclined to show how little grace he has off his feet a second time.

Once beside the tree with the other man, he carefully kneels down with a small wince that lasts only for a moment before gesturing briefly with his hands. "Lean forward and let me take a look at your head." After a pause, he adds to explain. "I'm a physician for a clinic not overly far from here. 'Twould be unkind to simply let you wander, if you are hurt."

A glance is offered to Wasabi as he returns, doubled once he realizes that he recognizes what the goobbue is carrying. He simply opens and closes his mouth a few times, words not quite coming until a moment later. "Is that--you sent him to find my book?" He looks back to Lore, caught somewhere between surprised and thankful.

[askasoongtypeandroid-blog]

((The Soong Brothers All Available for Questioning!))

I would be pleased to make your acquaintance. -Data Someone Ask Me Something Please I Want Friends ~B4 This is a waste of time -Lore

[shutupwestley-blog]

About me

New blog, not new to tumblr. Favorite blog atm is @moosopp-art . I need them to know i love them and they are ruining me. I adore how they draw the Soong boys and the way they portray Lore and B4 is perfection. Im going to blog a lot of star trek...like a LOT. Im so in love with the Soong boys its sad. I have no life. Im working on AU fanfiction that i will post but im SUPER open to rp as well. I dont ship DaForge but i respect that its there. Its just i tend to ship with my OCs. I wanna follow blogs that feature: Data Lore TNG RP Prompts Funny things I wanna fangirl so friend me pls?

[eldersoonglore]

Aw, it seemed his younger twin actually did care about what happened to him. Or maybe he was merely probing for a more in depth response in order to get a better report - more information to more efficiently deactivate this ability and plunge him into lonely abyss once again. In a way, this existence reminded him a lot of his time in space.

Metaphorically tiptoeing around the subject, Lore formulates a response that doesn’t give too many details of the situation. On top of that, this newfound ability hadn’t had any of the kinks ironed out. Some of the words dropped in transit, so all Data received was:

D E A C T I V A T E D

D A Y S T R O M

It's early into the morning shortly after the night to day shift change on the bridge occurred on the USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D. The dull hum of the ship vibrates through the bustling corridors and quarters, including the living space of Lt. Commander Data.

Within Commander Data's quarters sits his workstation, hundreds of little green dots on the screen blinking intermittently all across the screen. To human eyes, the pattern would appear imperceptibly fast. However to an android, it became an code written in a process similar to complex form of morse.

The encrypted message remained repeating, waiting for its intended receptor to find it. It masked a frequency number that lead to a proxied connection, providing an "address" to return messages to, and one simple message:

H E L L O B R O T H E R .

<< @data-dominant >>

[eldersoonglore]

<< Continuation with @data-dominant from this post>>

Bruce Maddox approached Lore with his hands clasped behind his back, smug expression illuminated by the light reflecting off the table. He looked Lore straight in the eyes, and Lore stared back as intensely as he could manage.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, my synthetic patient," he purred, uncrossing his hands to reveal a small tool, "It was your hatred that got you admitted here in the first place."

Bending forward over the android, Maddox begins to tinker around with a component underneath one of the connectors sticking out of his temple. The action causes a jolt of equal amounts pain and pleasure, Lore eyes screwing tightly closed in response.

"Mhm..." the human murmurs, adjusting the device once more before Lore feels a strange cooling, numbing sensation across his forehead, "That should do it." Suddenly he pulls away, lifting another cord up with him and setting it down neatly aligned with the others.

"Do you feel any discomfort? Pain?" Maddox asks mirthfully, letting out a chuckle when Lore inevitably cannot respond. The human's dark eyes rake over the pale android's body before he returns to his original prim and proper stance with his hands behind his back, looking over his "work."

Suddenly, a chirp comes in over the coms, summoning Maddox to another level in the facility. The man responds easily, keeping his eyes trained on Lore as he speaks before doing an about face and exiting the laboratory.

God, what a fucking asshole.

[janijaire]

// Cont. @sharlayanwanderer​

Lore very nearly goes through his entire bout of staring without notice, the elezen occupied with trying to wipe at his gloves with a small but persistent scowl. Or maybe that's simply how his face always looks. It's difficult to truly say, considering he's only shown varying degrees of confusion and then irritation so far if you ignore the bout of embarrassment he hid. When he does finally look it's just enough to catch a glimpse of that expressional range before the man leans back and reaches for his device. The comment that follows has him frowning, face settling somewhere between confusion and concern. The aborted first attempt to stand seems to confirm something in his thoughts and he looks back down to his cleaning.

"I suspect you have a concussion."

He sounds fairly certain, between the comment on hue and the stumble. For a moment he simply observes Lore from the corner of his eye, watching him seemingly take in the area with his device--which is where most of his curiosity lies, to be fair. When the ground doesn't seem likely to immediately fall away again he carefully gets to his own feet, though he doesn't wander from his place once he's upright. Not quite that certain of the stability, yet.

"Wh--eugh." Reaching up, he ruins any half-clean state he may have managed with his gloves to carefully swipe the mentioned bits out of his hair. He is just not having a good day. Tilting his head to aid in his combing fingers, he looks to Lore once again. "Are you familiar with the area? I'd very much like to leave, but after that near tumble I'll admit I'm a bit wary of where I should step next."

After a pause, he adds. "You have my thanks, by the way, for catching me. Even if it was foolish to do so."

[agnespjurati]

" I should kill you and leave your mangled corpse hanging in Daystrom for all to see."

“Wha - excuse you! Who do you think you are, threatening me like that!”

Agnes was ready to fight the man who’d made that threat. Agnes was definitely, surely, very much ready to fight with the screwdriver she’d just picked up and pointed at the threatening individual. How dare he give her such a scare while she was wandering around peacefully like a self-respecting scientist?

[janijaire]

// Continued. @sharlayanwanderer

Finally, Janijare calms when he's released. He hardly seems the friendly sort overall, but he doesn't resume his scrambling that had made the other man grab him in the first place so it's at least a step in the right direction. He follows the movement of his hands with a glance between Lore and his goobbue, taking the offered cloth. Song's request comes just as he begins to wipe at his face, shoulders hunching as he realizes that yes, he is indeed still sitting on the other man.

Bracing one hand upon the ground, he carefully lifts himself up enough to move to sit beside him rather than directly on top of him. He resumes wiping at his face, because it's a very easy way to hide his embarrassed blush.

"If your--if Wasabi comes back with water in his mouth and spits it on me I will be sorely tempted to send him to the depths," he warns, but it's halfhearted at best. Besides, he said he'd be tempted, not that he actually would. He's still a bit out of sorts, but he caught at least one of those signs Lore performed. Belatedly, he replies to the earlier question. "I will be fine--and just because you aren't bleeding doesn't mean you're unharmed--if you stand and find yourself dizzy, sit back down."

Pulling the cloth away, he makes an unimpressed face at what he's wiped away. "I'm burning these clothes," he murmurs to himself.

[janijaire]

// Cont. @sharlayanwanderer

Janijaire holds his ground as Wasabi approaches, but can not quite help how he starts to lean away from the large creature. His book is caught, and he turns it over in his hands to check its condition before brushing a bit of dirt and moss from it. After, he tucks it back in to his bag and signs to the goobbue once again. ["Thank you."]

There is a pause before he looks back to Lore, looking across the creatures 'necklace' of bags, eyes wandering at all there seems to be. Quite a collection, it seems, and he has to wonder exactly what it is this man does. His attention is drawn away when the other man joins them, small frown making itself at home while he speaks. There is a brief jolt in his rigid posture when Lore wavers, one hand reaching--only to stop short when he braces himself against his large companion.

"My name is Janijaire," he returns for an introduction, both j's rolling--"But most call me Jani, these days." Sharlayan, and a researcher. That explains a bit. But only a bit. There is a pause while he debates, one hand coming up to rub at his chin. He seems unsure as he looks to the ground, but it isn't long until he's glancing back to Lore and then upward to regard Wasabi.

"If he would not tear the garden apart, I know where you could stay for an evening. You should not be out in the wilderness."

[eldersoonglore]

It was a race against time to get to the elder android in the depths of the Daystrom Institute. Maddox’s assistant had rushed to the lifts as soon as he’d gotten the order, and unfortunately for the Soong types, he’d managed to descend enough floors to escape the cascading power failure.

As soon as the lift arrives to the lowest level, the hydraulic doors open with a prolonged hiss, revealing the uppermost level of a circular lab space. Windows were arranged in a loop all around the outside of the lab, and as Deveraux approached them, he found himself peering several flights downward. In the middle of the lab was Lore, lying there on a slab.

Meanwhile, down below, Lore could hear the lift drop someone off. Opening his eyes, he could see one of the human scientists peering down at him from the top flight. He almost found himself praying that Data get there in time before this human could descend all the steps. They were no doubt here to deactivate him before his brother could save him.

And that means, he’d still have to fight. Clinging back onto his control of the surrounding signage, he begins trying to send messages to the scientist, to appeal to his humanity.

On a curve of descending stairs, Lore makes the display flicker and change into a bright yellow, just as Deveraux turns to continue descending downward.

“Fuck. Missed.”

When he passes a panel of server monitors, Lore once again tries to gain the attention of the human scientist by gaining control of the displays. This time, he really tries to amp it up, conjuring a sort of glitching pattern across multiple screens.

Finally the scientist looks up, giving him a fleeting second to manipulate what tiny amount of control of the situation he may have gained.

Up on the display, he puts out a singular message: “Don’t do this.”

Continuation of this thread with @data-dominant

The paralyzed android sat there for a moment, a wave of shock and sadness rippling through him as his eyes fell on his niece's immobile body. He had heard some whispers here and there about another Soong-type being here, but it was never clear to him who that may be. Now that he was laying eyes on her for the first time, a slight shifting of goals switched deep in his chest.

He had notoriously been eager to reunite with family, after all.

Lore cut the feed as soon as his brother instructed him to cover him. He wasn't sure what his brother meant by that or what his plan was. Perhaps he meant to keep the door locked. There wasn't much he could do, but even still, the elder android shifted his efforts to gain that access. If he could figure it out in time, maybe he could prevent his own deactivation and give his brother enough time to find him.

Meanwhile, Maddox stood outside of Lal's lab where Data had just shut the hydraulic doors in his face. Something was off about this whole situation, causing the cyberneticist to squint his eyes suspiciously.

"Go and check on our friend downstairs. If his neural activity levels have risen substantially since the Lt. Commander has arrived, shelf him," he instructs his assistant, Deveraux.

"Of course, sir, but wouldn't that have risks disconnecting his matrix so quickly? It would be like tearing a rooted tree out of the ground-" the meek underling replies, to which Maddox snaps at him.

"Just do as I say! I don't have a good feeling about this either..." Maddox's expression says it all, twisting in anxiety to match the feeling bubbling in his gut.

[eldersoonglore]

It's early into the morning shortly after the night to day shift change on the bridge occurred on the USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D. The dull hum of the ship vibrates through the bustling corridors and quarters, including the living space of Lt. Commander Data.

Within Commander Data's quarters sits his workstation, hundreds of little green dots on the screen blinking intermittently all across the screen. To human eyes, the pattern would appear imperceptibly fast. However to an android, it became an code written in a process similar to complex form of morse.

The encrypted message remained repeating, waiting for its intended receptor to find it. It masked a frequency number that lead to a proxied connection, providing an "address" to return messages to, and one simple message:

H E L L O B R O T H E R .

<< @data-dominant >>

[data-dominant]

Deveraux's skittish eyes are greeted with the shutdown protocol, then the prompts with so many well-reasoned threats on them. He makes another small whine, like someone deflating a balloon.

Okay okay okay I KNOW it's going to take time! But if I can't get you off this slab he's gonna see what happening and I do NOT need that kind of stress in my life! Ooooohhhhh I should have listened to mom and stayed at the Academy doing research...

He starts to mutter under his breath as he skims through the protocol, flipping through the pages too fast to be read properly.

'Go work under Maddox', she says, 'get noticed and network', she says. Yeah, and now I'm working under some mad scientist hell bent on reviving some dead girl with her... Uncle? Yeah, sure, uncle's neural fucking pathways. All to get back at some freak that turned him down. Of all the Moby-Dick-bullshit stories...

He rants to himself as he starts to fiddle with some of the wires jammed into Lore's cranial unit, fingering them and counting softly to himself.

One... Two... Six... Nine... Okay I need Anterior Left 12...

It was a pity then, that Deveraux's focus was so invested in wires and railing against his lot in front of Lore that he missed the citrine eyes hovering just over his shoulder, and the pale hand reaching out from the gloom.

=/ \= =/ \= =/ \=

Fucking jackass! If I didn't need him as fucking template I would have put his head in deep storage ages ago.

Maddox rages as he tries to get any terminal to respond. Someone was getting gutted for not properly securing Lore's network. He taps his communicator as one last-ditch hope.

Deveraux? Any progress? Deveraux?

There is a soft chirp on the other end of the connection, then a soft, protracted squeal. Something heavy falls.

I am afraid he is indisposed at the moment.

Continuation of this thread with @data-dominant

The paralyzed android sat there for a moment, a wave of shock and sadness rippling through him as his eyes fell on his niece's immobile body. He had heard some whispers here and there about another Soong-type being here, but it was never clear to him who that may be. Now that he was laying eyes on her for the first time, a slight shifting of goals switched deep in his chest.

He had notoriously been eager to reunite with family, after all.

Lore cut the feed as soon as his brother instructed him to cover him. He wasn't sure what his brother meant by that or what his plan was. Perhaps he meant to keep the door locked. There wasn't much he could do, but even still, the elder android shifted his efforts to gain that access. If he could figure it out in time, maybe he could prevent his own deactivation and give his brother enough time to find him.

Meanwhile, Maddox stood outside of Lal's lab where Data had just shut the hydraulic doors in his face. Something was off about this whole situation, causing the cyberneticist to squint his eyes suspiciously.

"Go and check on our friend downstairs. If his neural activity levels have risen substantially since the Lt. Commander has arrived, shelf him," he instructs his assistant, Deveraux.

"Of course, sir, but wouldn't that have risks disconnecting his matrix so quickly? It would be like tearing a rooted tree out of the ground-" the meek underling replies, to which Maddox snaps at him.

"Just do as I say! I don't have a good feeling about this either..." Maddox's expression says it all, twisting in anxiety to match the feeling bubbling in his gut.