PIPE WRENCH FIGHT [Open]

[unrecovered]

Who: Wash and anyone who wants to join
Where: Network and fighting ring
When: Early November, a few days before the Akvos world jump
Rating: TBD depending on thread content
What: Wash starts the Circle's first fight club. Kind of.

[This will be poster's choice - I'll put the network invitation in Wash's toplevel, but the long and short of it is, he'll be holding combat training for those who want to learn how to fight, and those who want to help teach are open as well. Feel free to make toplevels learning and/or teaching, and let me know if you need anything more or want prompt ideas!]

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[dipolar]

I've heard of Detroit, but I don't know the state. America's one place I haven't been.

(and he has no desire to go, having upset both the US army and the CIA. being a wanted man puts restrictions on vacation destinations, no easy way to cross the pond without being noticed even with all of his fake papers and forged passport — they always fucking sniff him out at the borders.

hei's obviously listening with his head tipped in connor's direction, but he's no longer looking at him. no more checking out the merchandise, he's seen enough.

a human-looking robot. it's too fucking creepy.)

I'm Hei. It's— I also think you're barking up the wrong tree there. (almost spills a mouthful of wine on his chest when he goes for another sip, heavy arm tough to maneuver.) She's stubborn, so work around it. You can't force someone like that to agree with you, that's what's unreasonable. The English saying is "you catch more flies with honey," not...

(a long pause, making him wait for it.)

... "text her some foolish shit." Women don't like to be told they're wrong.

(take it from him, he grew up with three of the most aggressive women on the planet.)

[bleps]

Detroit, Michigan. Year 2038. [Information that Hei didn’t exactly ask for, but he’s being provided with anyway. For the sake of clarification, and for the opportunity to compare and contrast worlds, if the other is willing. America being the one place he hasn’t been is interesting verbiage, implying a lifestyle centered around travel — whether required or willing is another matter entirely. Details tucked away for later, to let them grow into full-fledged questions when the conversation takes a different track. And he’s even provided a name this time, committed to memory with laughable ease.

But the android has gone and lost eye contact, something that has him reassessing both words and demeanor in an attempt to preclude any misstep on his part. He finds nothing, really, other than the subject matter at hand; that or the drink has something to do with it, coupled with the potential of unease of what he is. (Wouldn’t be the first time in this place.)

Mercurial concern buds in his chest as he watches the almost-spill take place. Reminds him too much of Hank, the association impossible to tamp down, though the judgment is… carefully withdrawn for now.]

The situation is more complicated than that. But I appreciate the advice, regardless, and I’ll take it into consideration.

[The main issue being: they’re both too stubborn, in the end.]

You seem to have a jaded opinion about women in general. May I ask you why that is?

[dipolar]

(2038.

hei can't even wrap his head around it, but he also figures he won't be alive in the thirty years it'll take him to get to connor's point in the future. this whole spacetime thing is fucking with him.)

No. (comes the curt response.) It's factual, that's all you need to know. I'd say the same about prideful men, since it's also true. You don't seem to be an exception, despite being...

(uh.)

—you look like a person.

[bleps]

[2038, he would supply, is nothing compared to some of the "futures" that others hail from. The wide variety of histories, of species, of alternate Earths and universes with no Earth at all. The vastness of time and space that would send most theoretical physicists into a tizzy. Circumstances that CyberLife certainly never prepared him for; adaptive subroutines and his own wayward sense of judgment being the only guiding force he had where any of that was concerned.]

An android. [He repeats himself a second time, following up on that "despite being..." which hangs figuratively in his vision like something that needs to addressed and clarified.] That's the point; I'm designed to look as human as possible, to sound as human as possible, and even to adapt alongside them as effectively as possible. Any discrepancies in that would be counterproductive.

[Hei states it as if it's a bad thing, though. Like there still exists that downward dip in uncanny valley, despite Connor looking exactly like a human with the exception of identifying markers, such as the aforementioned LED that spins blue on his temple.]

I don't seem to be the exception? Regarding what? Pride?

[STUBBORNNESS]

[dipolar]

(designed to look the same, act the same, and sink into their lives unnoticed. while providing them with everything they need to have an easier life while making everyone else's miserable. hei's tickled by this, actually indulging in a bullish snort.)

Humans.

(they're so damn selfish. contractors too, maybe, but that's why it's foolish for them to despise one another. they're inherently the same.

of course, hei's a hypocrite. he treads both sides of the line.)

The people who made you... those kinds of people make me sick, obsessed with the idea of improving things for others when it all boils down to money. You're more stubborn (yeah, there it is) than I expected, despite your inhumanity. So, ah, maybe you're not all that far off either.