The Fur Apartments: Revamped! <Closed> [PM application only]

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare smoothed out the bedspread nonchalantly. "Well... during the last bit of the massage, you replied to something I said with..." The wolf rubbed the back of her head. "... It sounded like you nearly said 'As you wish, Master'." The wolf looked at Tulip. "... You don't have to explain, but I am definitely a bit curious about why you would say that reflexively." 

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Tulip sighed, realising that there really isn't a way out of it any more* Tulip: Your kindness has met the dictionary parameters for me to define you as a friend so... I guess I can trust you... But umm... I've lied to you... I've lied to you and Geoff... My name is really Tulip...

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare cocked an eyebrow. ".... You said your name was Tulip, though," she said. "I think...? Sometimes I can't tell where the fourth wall is."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*'Tulip' facepalmed* Tulip: Isn't- I mean, my name isn't Tulip. This always happens when I'm nervous... I guess the best way to explain would be to just... show you...


*'Tulip's' entire body turned silvery grey. Everything from her eyes, to her fur was now metallic. Ripples coursed through her as her fur and hair retracted itself back into her body. After that, all distinguishing features that made up what Clare knew to be 'Tulip' had disappeared, including gender features, leaving what looked like a silvery mannequin wearing the clothes it had been given. It hung it's head, almost shameful of it's new form.*

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare blinked and cocked her head. "... So you're an android as well?" she asked, thinking of Sierra.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

???: To grossly simplify, yes. In reality, I'm a highly advanced animatronic being, operated by an operating system known as "Singularity." It's a play on the theory of "The technological singularity." I was built to be completely indistinguishable from a real fur, and also go beyond what a real fur is physically capable of achieving. In reality, I have no need for actual clothing or food, or sleep. I'm just programmed to need these things... *The robot curled up. This sudden talking about who it really was, made it feel terrible.*

((I forgot to say, but her voice remained the same))

[Cifero Windtail]

???: To grossly simplify, yes. In reality, I'm a highly advanced animatronic being, operated by an operating system known as "Singularity." It's a play on the theory of "The technological singularity." I was built to be completely indistinguishable from a real fur, and also go beyond what a real fur is physically capable of achieving. In reality, I have no need for actual clothing or food, or sleep. I'm just programmed to need these things... *The robot curled up. This sudden talking about who it really was, made it feel terrible.*

((I forgot to say, but her voice remained the same))

(Okay, I was imagining it correctly then. I'm going to go to sleep after this post.)




Clare lowered her ears and moved a bit closer, then carefully reached out and stroked the head technologically advanced being that was Tulip. "That's... That's very interesting," she said. "You don't like to talk about it, though, do you?"

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

???: It's not specifically that... It's umm... The actual answer to your question... *The robot sat up and removed their shirt (remember, the robot has no breasts, or anything that can show gender besides a voice) revealing that it's chest had been branded. Engraved into it was the name "Slavebot-1009". After allowing Clare a good look, it put the shirt back on* One thing that I've come to discover is that my pain thresholds are way out of the league of any fur I've encountered thus far. I cannot actually die without resetting or removing my operating system, and thus my body is able to take as much of a beating as anyone wants to subject it to. It will always be able to repair itself as long as my head is attached to my fuel cell...


I found that out through what I was used for. Funnily enough, despite my capabilities, my body was shaped and used to create whatever sick fantasies people paid to see. Torture after torture, rape after rape... person after person... I was forced to have un-ethical things done to me. No wonder I'm the 1009th test model they had. All the other ones weren't built to withstand so much pressure, so much pain... so much suffering.

I did manage to escape. But, I had no knowledge of anything besides massaging, sex and what I was. I quickly had to learn that no one in this world would respect me for who I am, because I'm nothing more than a *its voice changed to a male's* freak. *it then changed back* After learning that I could manually reform and shape my body, I used the technique to escape the country, and I fled here. I had no money, no food and no water, so I was stuck for ages starving and thirsty. If I was killed, I would've considered it a mercy, but I just couldn't die. Eventually I collapsed outside the apartments under the guise of "Tulip," and Geoff helped me inside. He gave me the first actual food I've ever eaten. Back at the facility... All I was ever given was nutrient supliments and... *the robot shuddered, and found itself unable to finish the sentence. It began whimpering and sobbing to itself, not minding considering how the only presence around it was Clare*


((Alright. Nini Cif~))

[The Past]

Geoff showed Ciara and Holden the way to the mauled mage scene. Unfortunately, some of the tracks in the small muddy spot were somewhat messed up from Geoff's shoeprints.

"Some of that looks like feral canine footprints," Holden remarked. "Wolf-like, larger than the native ferals. Might be a migrated subspecies. Or worse."

"Maybe worse." Ciara pointed out another footprint in the mix. "Those look like... massive lizard feet. Maybe a small dragon? Were those there before, Geoff?"

The bear shrugged sheepishly. "I dunno, don't think it registered before."

"Need some work on those observation skills, bud," Holden joked.

Geoff scratched his head awkwardly, "Ehyeah, was dark. I was exhausted..."

Ciara nodded. "That's understandable. But remember, clues are important on the job. This mauling could be within our territory."

"Looks like it is," Holden grunted as he plucked some things off the ground right next to the body and displayed them--snowy white feathers.
"Either a fellow avian took a gander earlier or the victim dealt with a chimera."

[Cifero Windtail]

???: It's not specifically that... It's umm... The actual answer to your question... *The robot sat up and removed their shirt (remember, the robot has no breasts, or anything that can show gender besides a voice) revealing that it's chest had been branded. Engraved into it was the name "Slavebot-1009". After allowing Clare a good look, it put the shirt back on* One thing that I've come to discover is that my pain thresholds are way out of the league of any fur I've encountered thus far. I cannot actually die without resetting or removing my operating system, and thus my body is able to take as much of a beating as anyone wants to subject it to. It will always be able to repair itself as long as my head is attached to my fuel cell...


I found that out through what I was used for. Funnily enough, despite my capabilities, my body was shaped and used to create whatever sick fantasies people paid to see. Torture after torture, rape after rape... person after person... I was forced to have un-ethical things done to me. No wonder I'm the 1009th test model they had. All the other ones weren't built to withstand so much pressure, so much pain... so much suffering.

I did manage to escape. But, I had no knowledge of anything besides massaging, sex and what I was. I quickly had to learn that no one in this world would respect me for who I am, because I'm nothing more than a *its voice changed to a male's* freak. *it then changed back* After learning that I could manually reform and shape my body, I used the technique to escape the country, and I fled here. I had no money, no food and no water, so I was stuck for ages starving and thirsty. If I was killed, I would've considered it a mercy, but I just couldn't die. Eventually I collapsed outside the apartments under the guise of "Tulip," and Geoff helped me inside. He gave me the first actual food I've ever eaten. Back at the facility... All I was ever given was nutrient supliments and... *the robot shuddered, and found itself unable to finish the sentence. It began whimpering and sobbing to itself, not minding considering how the only presence around it was Clare*


((Alright. Nini Cif~))

Clare lowered her ears and looked sadly at "Tulip", unsure how to respond at first. Finally, though, the wolf slowly moved a bit closer to "Tulip" and gently stroked its head again. She was lost for words. (Because I can't think of anything to ****ing say because Skype messages keep interrupting my train of thought. -_-)

[Grovygrunge]

Xander sighed as he paced in the lobby, walking back and forth restlessly. He kept glancing at the door. He felt like he should just stay here and get some sleep however something was niggling at him, telling him to leave and go out. I should just go out and take a walk. No he should try to get better at guitar. **censor** THE GUITAR! He gently rubbed his forehead, he was getting a headache. He trudged into the living room and flopped face first onto the couch.

[Angder]

A small figure sneaks in through the window of Kro's treehouse. opening it carefully and silently, and landing softly on the bed. The occupant of this house was in the next room... there was plenty of room to move about and do things...

The tiny Fur, a Koala, immediately starts to look around the room, careful to make almost no noise. Constantly listening for any movement from the next room.

[Kromas Ndorai]

Kro sighed, and got up, and headed over to the bookshelf. It was beside the balcony doors, out of sight of the bedroom door. He browsed the books.
"Another dead soul, another broken corpse... Heh..."
He looked specifically at a  book with a broken spine.

[Cifero Windtail]

Cifero continued to hang around his room, watching after Kye.

[Angder]

The Koala searches the room thoroughly. Nothing. someone more talkative would have been swearing at this stage. The creepy talking from the the next room did not help.

It reminded him of home...

The thief heads back onto the bed, preparing to leave.