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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 4:58:33 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Blink. Blink. Blink.
That wasn’t quite the response he thought he would get from the younger male. In fact, he just kept staring at him like the curious puppy that he was and forever would be. He didn’t fully understand why Damien just upped and moved so quickly but he also had some ideas to why. Maybe he did step over the sea shell? No, wait that wasn’t the right saying. Wasn’t it stepping over the line or such? Ah well. Either way Iriel just kept staring at him in silence. Allowing Damien to say what he wanted without argument.
But really, he couldn’t look at it? But why not? He opened his mouth for a moment and then closed it with a small ‘hmmm’. ”But, I can see it.” Damiens choice of bottoms did not hide the leg very well. Furthermore, why hide something that was a part of you? Iriel didn’t mind people seeing his own limbs even though it was never his choice to get them in the first place. Nothing really had ever been of his choice or making until he ran away recently. With another small noise he lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders softly. ”I like cybernetic parts and prosthetics.” admitted the cyborg as honestly was he could. ”They’re interesting. I like them.” As well as pretty. He liked the way they shined in the light. How they operated and moved. Everything about them was down right wonderful to Iriel. It was one of the few things he could actually understand just by looking at it.
His large shoulders dropped with disappointment. It seemed he would not be investigating that leg this time. Perhaps, he should wait one day when he could catch him asleep? Or would that be a bad idea? He wasn’t entirely sure to be honest but he supposed he could just wait like he had been before. With a small snort of disappointment he would turn away from Damien and move back to the man’s project. Picking at the part on the table the small sound of metal on metal would echo in the room before he turned away from it. Moving to the window, he would casually duck down to retrieve his abandoned bag that the feline had turned into a bed for a moment. Carefully, he moved the cat from his bag to the floor. After which he took a seat against the wall and cracked open his bag, pulling out his findings.
It wasn’t anything to special, a few springs, nuts, bolts, and a couple shock absorbers and what looked to be random parts of radiators and other random items. Finally, he would unload an old radio that had a dent in it that someone threw out. ”I found it.” He started. ”Needs a little work but it will play…kinda. You can have it.”
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Post by Damien Lang on Dec 7, 2017 19:07:41 GMT
Damien flushed a terrible red at his own outburst, his stomach sick and hot with embarrassment. A distant, fuzzy memory of his mother floated to the surface of his consciousness, a sharp comment delivered in her Pentos burr - crying's for children and we can't afford you being one. She'd be saying the same thing now, he figured. He wasn't crying, but he might as well have been with the way he was acting. Damien ground his teeth.
He couldn't piece together how someone could like cybernatic parts. Maybe from a purely engineering perspective, but even then, Iriel didn't find them wrong? Damien looked down at his legs, tucking the one with the torn pants leg behind the other. He hadn't exactly been hiding, he supposed.
Iriel had the nerve to look so damn forlorn at not getting to ogle Damien's legs that he almost felt guilty. Iriel had always been nice, in his way, and he had his own cybernetics, so it wasn't like he was looking for a chance to see something exotic.
"I don't want your pity radio," he snapped, looking away. It was a tempting sight, not only for music, but the act of taking it apart and putting it back together again. He fidgeted and did not meet Iriel's eyes. "If I let you look at them. You won't - don't laugh." WORDS 416 TAGS @iriel NOTES ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 21:39:19 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Grey eyes started down at the tiny radio and then towards Damien. His gaze would travel back and forth between the two for a long while. Eventually, he would sigh softly with a small shrug of his shoulders. His gift hadn't been of pity but he wasn't going to argue with the other. He knew when to pick his battles. Turning his attention to the device in hand he would idly play with it.
No matter which way he turned the tiny dial it would only provide static and then not noise at all. Strange. After a good moment of this awkward silence he would give the machine a sharp tap on the upper right hand corner. Almost like magic, the device came alive and spewed out all kinds of gibberish from a daily talk show. Scrolling through the stations he would only stop when a soft song of Electric Swing came to life. Now, satisfied with his findings he placed the radio down next to him. The volume was at a loud enough to be heard but still soft enough to not block out conversation or the casual noises from the outdoors.
Pulling out another object he found in the trash can he instantly started to take it apart and separate all the gears, springs and other parts to the side in orderly piles. He did not stop in his task until Damien spoke again. This sudden offer of possibly seeing the leg cause the older male to stop his work. Casually, he stared at the other with slightly narrowed eyes that showed he was thinking carefully. A brow rose to show he was then confused at the words spoken.
"Why would I?" He finally chose to say while sitting down another gear. "I will not laugh." No, he was far more inclined to get up all in that man's business. Of course, in an innocent fashion as all types of technology was Iriel's thing. It got him excited like a kid in a candy store.
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Post by Damien Lang on Dec 8, 2017 1:49:55 GMT
He crossed wordlessly back to the chair and sat down, leaning forward. His fingers twitched nervously at the cuffs of his sweatpants, not quite cooperating. Exhaling loudly through his nose, he closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists. Crying's for children, he thought angrily and relaxed his fingers.
He rolled his sweatpants up to his knees so that each prosthetic was exposed. The metal began just below his knees, replacing both legs and feet. They were the most basic models, glinting, smooth metal without any of the bells and whistles of a more expensive upgrade. Damien had full control of the legs, but he received no sensory input from them. The flesh where the prosthetics connected was sickly pale after two years of no sunlight and decorated with silvery-white scars.
Only two people had ever seen Damien's legs up close - aside from the doctors that fitted him with them, of course - his sister and his boss. The former because she was his sister and the latter because he had paid for them. His sister had cried. His boss had laughed. Damien swallowed and looked to the side, staring at the wall, unable to look at his legs and unwilling to see the look on Iriel's face.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 3:55:22 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
He waited patiently with his head cocked to the side ever so slightly. Looking very much like a curious puppy and if he had been born with a tail it would of been thumping on the ground behind him with glee. Sadly, he didn't have a single magi trait as he was nothing more then a boring human being. It was a good thing he was a patient man otherwise he would of been all up in that business the moment Damien even moved his sweatpants up just slightly. Well, actually, that didn't matter all that much really. The moment he got the okay to take a look see he scooted himself across the floor, took hold of one foot, and promptly placed it on a bent knee. Both metal and flesh skimmed across the basic hardware that was attached to Damien. Smooth, seamless and well build it seemed to be but it was a cheap model. A good one but cheap. Lifting the foot up he examined the ankle and all the way up to the kneecap. He even moved the mans leg to see how it moved, if it made any noise, and finally to see how fluid it could move. The mobility seemed to be pretty good.
Though it a few spots could use a bit of cleaning, maybe a tad bit of updating the hardware for better support. He could help with that. The Gods knew that Iriel often repaired his own arm and updated it with random parts that he could find in the dumpsters---or if Samuel found him something useful.
Putting one leg down he went on to the other only to see it was in the same condition. Smiling, he didn't look up at the other was he was much to busy playing around at the ankle joint. "I like them. I could update them...once the parts are found." He stated happily, moving the foot back and forth. Yep, everything seemed to function real well. "Well kept. Basic but classic. Wiring is good still..." His right hand moved around for a moment, "Should be a panel around here...for wiring.." Or somewhere in this area. He could be wrong and it might be located in the claf.
Damien Lang / notes: All hands on deck! Personal space invaded WOOP WOOP WOOP
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Post by Damien Lang on Dec 11, 2017 19:19:46 GMT
Damien hissed a deep breath through his teeth as Iriel took hold of his leg. Pressing his hands into the arms of the chair, he dug his nails into them and tried to stay still. His upper body became one long, tensed muscle. He pressed himself into the back of the chair and tried to find something to focus on, his eyes flicking worriedly around the room, but his gaze inevitably came back to the top of Iriel's head.
From this angle, he could see the odd mixture of black and white in Iriel's hair. It wasn't something that he'd never gotten a chance to do and inwardly, he felt a little hypocritical for his curiosity about Iriel's hair. If Damien leaned back a bit, he could also get a good look at the scar across Iriel's face, but that felt strangely intimate and wrong, like spying on someone while they dressed.
He turned his gaze to the ceiling, letting out another deep breath, and barely registering Iriel's observations, although the word "update" did snag on his consciousness briefly. Update? To what? They were legs. They walked, they ran. What else was there?
He was deep in his head when Iriel mentioned a wiring panel and Damien felt a bone chilling click as something was opened on the back of his leg. He let out a strangled, "What the fuck are you doing?" and jolted backward on instinct, tipping over the chair and taking him with it. TAGS @iriel NOTES [star trek klaxons] |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2017 5:32:32 GMT
TIRED MECHANICAL HEART BEATS UNTIL THE SONG DISAPPEARS
Having been too captivated by the legs, Iriel had not taken notice of Damien's discomfort or if he had he certainly didn't show it. He should of picked up on it fairly easily and would of if his brain wasn't moving five hundred miles an hour on cybernetic parts. His fascination with it often left him a bit blind. Furthermore, he took no notice the others staring at both his hair and facial scar.
Even if Damien would ask about it he wasn't certain on what he would say to it. Perhaps the honest truth of slavers torturing him because of that tuff of hair or merely shrug it away in silence. It was hard to tell with Iriel. He was never an easy book to read for most individuals.
Iriel only looked up towards Damien when he suddenly freaked out. Not having a firm hold on the leg he would just watch, unmoving, as Damien promptly tipped himself over backwards. Well, that wasn't quite the reaction he thought he would get from the man. Actually, he wasn't really sure what he expected from the other. Though he was certain it wasn't the reverse version of leap frog.
"Checking the wires?" His voice held a bit of confusion to it as he honestly answered the smaller male. "Um," Iriel slowly stood and placed his foot on the edge of the chair between Damien's legs. Using his full body weight he shoved his foot down to tip the chair back up into the correct position and hopefully bringing Damien up with it or at least a part of him. "You okay?" He asked softly, leaning over his bent leg just enough to get a good luck at him if Damien did, in fact, come up with the chair.
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Post by Damien Lang on Dec 14, 2017 21:31:17 GMT
Damien would have been more embarrassed if his head wasn't slowly filling with static. He blinked up at the ceiling, simultaneously confused and disbelieving how he'd arrived on the floor. Still positioned as if sitting in the chair, his back was flat and his legs were raised. He had a few heartbeats until the chair jerked and rose back onto its legs. Iriel was pressed his foot onto the seat and Damien absently wondered at how strong his leg had to be to use the weight of it lift Damien up.
The white noise in his head faded once he was upright and he blinked owlishly, shaking his head to clear it. He leaned forward, letting his head fall between his shoulders. This was embarrassing. Everything was embarrassing. He was embarrassing. He ran his hand over his leg, gooseflesh rising on the back of his neck and a deep flush creeping across his face.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 0:50:59 GMT
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Removing his foot from the chair he wouldn't move but merely stay in place. As usual, his head was cocked to the side like a pug that had heard a very sharp noise. Grey eyes narrowed slightly in thought as he just stared at Damien. Apparently, from the look he has been given he had messed up somewhere. But where he did not know.
He had permission to touch the leg and look at it so he couldn't see any reason for Damien to shut down like that. "Why?" He asked ever so bluntly. "Is it cause your turning colors?" Slowly, his brow raised up with slight familiarity with that expression. He said nothing more for a long moment before finally turning and moving back to the cat that somehow entered the room again. Picking up the feline he turned to regard Damien. "You gave me permission."
Yes, he had been and thus in Iriel's mind he had done nothing wrong to be given the boot. Now this was a tad different. Iriel did not wish to leave but if he was told directly to leave then he would. He struggled with the words he wanted to use to express himself but couldn't quite figure it out. Plopping a seat on the window with the cat in his lap he seemed to be thinking rather hard for the time being. If Damien spoke to him during this moment his words would not reach Iriel. They simply would go in one ear and out the other.
He tugged at the owl and quail feathers that dangled from his single earring. "I don't want to." Voicing his opinion on the matter made him extremely nervous. He didn't do it very often as it usually got him in some kind of trouble. Still, he didn't want to leave. For one he just got here and two he liked his new friends company. Sure, he was a bit moody but really weren't most people?
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Post by Damien Lang on Dec 19, 2017 19:18:14 GMT
His eyes snapped upward, wide and horrified that he'd be caught flushing like a little kid. His hand rose on instinct, palm pressed to half his face as if it could hide the red skin. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly and then stood, moving toward his work table and pressing his back against it, arms crossed protectively across his chest.
Deep down, he knew that it wasn't fair to be mad. Iriel operated on a different set of instructions than everyone else. Damien had given him permission and he hadn't specified what Iriel couldn't do. Damien had just assumed opening any panels in his legs was something that was understood. Basic human courtesy.
"I didn't," he paused, licking his lips in an attempt to get his wobbling voice under control. "I didn't say that you could do that."
He wanted to scream, wanted to grab the chair and throw it against the wall. He was keenly aware of his legs now, of the alien nature of them and how fake they were. It made revulsion ripple down his spine. Hatred snarled in his chest, hot and mean, and Damien wanted to aim it at Iriel for making him feel this way. But it wouldn't be fair.
"Why?" he demanded hotly. "So you can look at the science experiment? Don't you have your own freak limbs to play with?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2017 4:36:07 GMT
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A new song switched over on the radio and would fill the silence between the two gentlemen. The rhythm of the song was quick in nature mixed with the lyrics of some old time song that most had forgotten about. Grey eyes stared down at the radio casually.
Two fingers of one hand worked through the feathered earring while the other hand rested on his bent knee. Clearly, he had done something wrong it appeared but he couldn’t fathom what kind of trouble he stumbled into. Damien had said he could look and to Iriel that meant he could investigate the legs. He had done nothing wrong. Unless his curiosity might of gotten a hold of him too tightly? That could be it, he reasoned, he was often far too curious in nature and that always had a downside to it.
Iriel would continue to remain in silence as Damien had his fit about the whole situation. Thus, promptly making Iriel very uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if it was the tone or the words that flew out of the others mouth that made him uneasy. A passing glance was made towards his own cybernetic arm. Sure, it wasn’t his own flesh in blood but it came his the moment his captures decided to try and force out a type of magic that didn’t flow in his veins like it had his parents. But the limb moved like a real one and the muscles contracted with his motions leaving him once again, confused. He couldn’t understand why having limbs like this was such a big deal to Damien.
”I don’t understand.” He finally said with the release of his earring. ”The only experiment in this room is the radio.” He pointed at it in a matter of fact tone. ”It was in bad shape but it’s better. My limbs are also not freak limbs. I’ve fixed them as well.” He took a deep breath then as he looked for something of interest to stare at right then as he felt his chest tighten. The feline near by was enough for him to find some comfort but it did little to ease the anxiety.
”I rather you not get mad at me for something like this…” There. He said it. But saying it was a bit much for him as he felt like something might be thrown at him very soon. He was voicing his own thoughts which wasn’t something he should be doing. He was going to get himself into further trouble and then what? He supposed Damien would kick him out and if he was told to leave again he would most certainly do it.
Damien Lang / notes: Bad Damien, stressing out the poor dear
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