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Post by Tikoaztite on Feb 25, 2017 21:12:29 GMT -6
HEY *sportacus voice* HELP IS ON THE WAY we're just gonna casually continue a rp from 6 months ago like it never even went on hiatus mkay mkay
"I mean, I wouldn't say eighteen, but..." Father rubbed the back of his neck a bit, chuckling. "How would you even determine such a thing? I wouldn't know, honestly..." He shrugged a bit. "But hey! You can always marry rich.... if you... know what I mean...." He made finger-guns at Ollie, even making little 'pew pew' noises. Honestly, he knew he'd absolutely FAILED at being smooth, but he didn't really care at the moment.
Just for calling her 'Miss Fuller,' she erased one tally from whichever side meant that Raoul was gaining a point for the better, I havent really been keeping track if the tallies were good or bad tbh. I like the sound of that. Good job, Mr. Raoul. She scribbled down, a little smirk on her face. Did I ever mention you look super cute with those goggles on? Because you do. I love it.
"I swear, it's only them. Guess you could call them black sheep... Er, neon-red-and-blue sheep." Charcoal shrugged, untying her bun. "Okay, that was horrible, forget i ever said that."
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Post by Kor on Feb 25, 2017 21:44:46 GMT -6
LMAO this doesn't appear in my participated anymore. U disgusting clown. Hi
"Definitely 18. At LEAST 18. The parts of the business world who know about me fucking hate me." Ollie's face twitched into an incredulous smile, cheeks fully and obviously flushing. He rubbed the back of his next and looked down. "Shit, man." He forced himself to look back at Father's veil, grin cracking a bit wider. "... In that case, I may take you up on working together sometime. ... Although that kind of publicity could get both me and, my, uh, hypothetical rich husband in trouble."
"That's Mr. Co-" He caught himself before he got a tally for being rude. "Mr. Coles, please, ma'am." His grin turned kind of mischievous until he read the compliment and his expression returned to its sunny usual. He adjusted them. "I wear them so often they got super comfortable. I actually just forgot I was wearing them on my way. Plus, you never know when you'll need eye protection! ... You look really cute.. with... just in general."
"I'm the annoying black sheep cousin of New Access, and they're weird compared to me." Basil paused and frowned. "Well, I guess my thing's more being trouble than being weird, but..."
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Post by Tikoaztite on Feb 26, 2017 20:52:26 GMT -6
"Eh. I guess I'll take your word for it. Though, pardon me, but I'm sure that you mean most of fhe business world? You seem rather.... like a rather 'swell guy." Jusy by his body language, it was obvious that under his veil, Father was sporting a goofy little childlike grin, fiddling with his hands as he spoke. He didn't reply at all to the second part of the other's words, probably too occupied with trying to be all smooth and flirty and stuff.
Your name has a really nice ring to it... After putting her pencil down, she pushed her bangs out of her face and gave Raoul an equally bright smile. It only widened with his next compliment. If she had blood, she'd probably be blushing like CRAZY. Quickly, two tallies were erased from Raoul's side. Scribbling down, At this rate, your tally count will be in the negatives! she tried to think of something else to say (er, write.)
"Honestly, you're the most likeable out of your little bunch. Also, the tall mysterious guy's kinda good-looking.... What's his name again? I forget." Charcoal completely avoided everything Basil had said, walking over to a door and trying to open it. By some stroke of luck, it opened easily. "Hey! I think I found something!"
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Post by Kor on Feb 26, 2017 21:02:03 GMT -6
"The part of the business world that doesn't hate me just doesn't know about me," reasserts Ollie. "But, to be fair, we don't exactly sell anything and would..." He reconsiders revealing to this important person that nearly his entire company was illegal. Yeah, maybe that's more of a later thing. "A swell guy? I've always considered myself kind of a jackass, so, like, thanks."
Raoul laughs aloud and nods. "Thanks. Josef chose it. Or, I think he did. Probably not the surname, actually, it'd be kind of weird to give your adult android your last name. But you know!" His grin turned a bit cocky. "Well, hey, for being so damn delightful, remove the tallies on your side. All of them. You don't really deserve them."
"You're either talking about Abel or Wil and both of them are terrible," snorted Basil. "In my honest opinion, Raoul's the only likeable person in our entire company. ... Leo's close behind, tho-" They blinked and hurried after, lowering their tablet. "Eh? What's in it?"
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Post by Tikoaztite on Feb 28, 2017 20:12:30 GMT -6
"Well, in that case, hello. My full name is Abraham Derrick Fuller, though 'Father,' 'Sir,' or 'Mr. Fuller' are very much preferred. It's nice to meet you for the first time, person-I-don't-know." Never one to pass up a good dad joke even though this whole meeting was probably supposed to be Professional and Formal and stuff, he held his hand out, only to relax it after chuckling a bit to himself. Honestly how does this dude have a higher net worth than 80% of the population of north america he's a giant dork. "...Well, that makes sense, how you're virtually unknown, then."
Well, if he did or not, it still sounds wonderful. Unlike mine. Diamond's the only one out of us who has a name that anyone other than a ridiculoudly out-of-touch celebrity would name their child; sometimes, I really do envy her luck. Graphite shrugged as she wrote, looking up with a shocked expression that soon turned flattered. In seconds, she tore out the paper their tallies were on and ripped it in half. Honestly, why did we even start tallying? I can't remember. But you definitely don't deserve any, either. (uh graphy you started it because you were being a cocky lil assbutt)
"But they're good-looking. A lot of terrible people are pretty, I'm pretty sure it's a scientifically proven fact." Pushing the door open the rest of the way with her foot, Charcoal fumbled for a lightswitch. Once she found it, and the lights that were working (which were less than half) flickered to life, she flashed Basil a little grin. Inside, there were mostly just a bunch of foldout chairs, but there was also a really old vending machine against one wall and one of those super-old box televisions from the 90's on a little plastic table in the corner. "A bit less than I expected, but still a bunch of stuff! C'mon in! I think the vending machine in there still has snacks in it! ....Expired snacks, but still. That's... Kinda cool."
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Post by Kor on Feb 28, 2017 21:01:12 GMT -6
Ollie arched an eyebrow at most of that. He went for the handshake, but as soon as he realized it wasn't sincere, lifted his hand to rub the back of his head, smiling wearily. "Yeah, uh, from day one we never intended to be... as commercial as you. Trust me, it's better this way. Androids are only half of what we do. Or, uh, I do, I guess." He shrugged. "Speaking of which; maybe we should go check on them. Make sure nothing's been set on fire?"
Raoul laughed aloud at the comparison, though he didn't watch enough of that kind of TV to know what she's really talking about. He watched her rip it up, then grinned and put a hand to his face. "I'm flattered. I AM one of the best people here. ... Well, from N/A, anyway. Can't speak for you guys! ... But, you know, you could always ask to change your name, couldn't you?"
"I guess Abel has a kind of rogueish intrigue," mused Basil. Her eyes completely lit up when she saw the inside of the room. "Ohoho! Now THIS is what I'm TALKING about. Ideal base of operations!" She set her tablet down, and pulled out her phone to set on top of them, grinning. "Expired is okay! Nice!"
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Post by Tikoaztite on Mar 6, 2017 19:16:41 GMT -6
You know what fuck procrastination i'm determined to prove i can keep going
"I... suppose that makes sense." It was uncertain which of Ollie's subjects he was referring to with that. Turning on his heels, he faced towards the brightly-lit corridor, beginning towards it at a brisk pace. "Surely, they would have made a few friends among themselves by now... Someone's gotta be able to keep the other from setting something ablaze, right?"
Sure, but just changing it basically for shits and giggles would be weird, especially with my... She tapped the eraser of her pencil against her pale cheek as she thought of how to put it without flat-out saying 'i'm too famous for it.' Level of publicity. Graphite shrugged, pushing her bangs put of her right eye. Besides, what would I even call myself? The Socialite Formerly Known as Graphite Fuller? She'd be laughing softly at her own joke if she could physically produce such a sound.
Though an eyebrow was raised at the fact Basil found the room 'ideal,' she wasn't one to judge. "I mean, it could use a few... touch-ups. Namely some things other than chairs..." She seated herself anyway, taking out her phone- the case emblazoned with a stylized F- and snapping a few pictures. "Whatever floats your boat. Do people even say that anymore?"
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Post by Kor on Mar 6, 2017 20:17:22 GMT -6
Ollie followed Father at a remarkably more leisurely pace. "I want to say we could trust Raoul with that but he once fell asleep and set his own hair on fire. Basil, on the other hand, once set Wil's hair on fire." Embarrassing dad stories.
"No, c'mon, you can change it if you don't like it to something you do like! Simple!" Raoul gestured vaguely. "Names are impermanent." He shook his head and sighed, then glanced up with th interest. "What kinda publicity do you mean, by the by? You guys famous?"
"You can say whatever you want," replied Basil, dragging a couple chairs towards each other, leaving her electronics on a table. "This one kid in the project, they kept saying shit like, 'that really rattles my bones,' 'that really grinds my gears,' 'that really shivers my timbers.' Pretty sure they got eliminated 'cause everyone would be annoyed to all fuck." She admired the chairs she'd dragged together. "Come help me stack some chairs into s throne."
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Post by Tikoaztite on Mar 8, 2017 22:02:49 GMT -6
"Wow. That's an... uncomfortable amount of hair being set on fire." Honestly, Father had nothing to say on the matter, making a sharp turn on his heels and poking his head into the room where Graphite and Raoul were currently sitting. "Hey-- You guys alive in there?"
Graphite was in the middle of writing something, but Father's voice made her jump a little bit and caused her to break her pencil. Flustered, she fidgeted away from Raoul and began smoothing out her shirt, earning a simple chuckle from her father/creator. Trying to not pay attention to him, she took out yet another pencil and quickly scribbled down Yes, Fuller's one of the most well-known tech companies in North America, probably the world,
Prepare for the dad jokes and shovel talks Raoul bc once he takes notice of the rcgf ur gonna get them ALL
"I'd ask about what kind of 'project' you mean but frankly I don't want to know because I feel like it would absolutely ruin my view of you and I'd rather be in ignorant bliss. So don't tell me. Like, I'll honestly pay you, I got a hundred in my bra. US dollars okay with you?" I'm just gonna assume all ur dudes are Canadian but please correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway, Charcoal raised a brow at Basil's chair-dragging but complied, dragging a couple towards her but not stacking them. "Leave some for me, though, 'right?"
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Post by Kor on Mar 9, 2017 6:29:43 GMT -6
Ya implied Canadianism
Ollie leaned on the door frame and surveyed the room. I'm pretty sure Abel is also there but otherwise it was only those two. "Hey, Raoul. Just talking about the time you set your hair on fire."
Raoul, considerably less flustered, laughed aloud. "OH, yeah, I cried for like an hour." He took a look at her writing. His eyebrows creased. "What? Seriously? We work with a lot of tech, so why..." He paused, biting his lip thoughtfully. "OH... Huh..."
"Don't worry, I've got nothing to do with it. I've actually been sabotaging the whole thing quite a bit, it's lucky Ollie straight up hasn't killed me." She paused before she lifted a chair. "Yeah, you really don't want to know. I'll take the money, though."
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Post by Tikoaztite on Mar 13, 2017 17:57:05 GMT -6
"...Wow." Father didn't question past that, taking a seat on one of the beds on the opposite side of the room from Graphite and Raoul. "You two're getting along well, right? ...Right?"
Trying not to flash Raoul a 'seriously man what the hell' look, she whipped out her phone from her purse, sent a text, and went back to writing. (A faint buzzing came from Father's side of the room a second later.) You mean you didn't recognize the surname? She cocked an eyebrow, a confused but interested expression on her face.
Stuffing a hand down her shirt, Charcoal soon came back up with a (slightly wrinkled) hundred-dollar bill. "Here ya go." Pushing a few chairs towards Basil's growing throne, she let her eyes wander around the room. "Honestly, this place needs way more windows. Feels like we're trapped in here, doesn't it? Or is it just me?"
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Post by Kor on Mar 13, 2017 18:17:26 GMT -6
Instead of sitting, Ollie started towards Abel, probably to berate him for not talking to anyone. Abel sensed this and rolled his eyes overtly. "Right," affirmed Raoul, not taking into account Graphite's teenage-go-away-dad-discomfort; obviously he had a different sort of relationship with Ollie. He beamed politely at Father and added, "Graphite's super great company." He glanced at her paper, then shook his head, shrugging helplessly. "I literally... I think I've heard the name in passing, but... Most well-known in North America, you said? We don't really use, uh, conventional tech like that. Privacy issues or something." His smile was almost apologetic.
"Holy shit, are you serious? Thanks. Finally some money that's not allowance." She grinned as she put the chair on top of the others. "Nnope. This is a lot like Naq, actually - that's HQ for you, nerd." She stacked another, then admired how far it'd come. "The place's got literally no windows so, like, I'm used to it. That sweet dungeon aesthetic, you know? Perfect for a fucking gremlin like me. Or a fucking god like me."
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Post by Tikoaztite on Mar 14, 2017 21:23:01 GMT -6
Good Soft Boy Admits He Doesn't Use Fuller Tech.... What Happens Next Will Surprise You
Father clapped his hands a few times like a freaking seal, leaning back against the wall the bed was set against. "That's great to hear--" His veiled gaze soon returned to Ollie, however. "Aren't you going to sit down, Mr. Olwin?"
She seemed a bit disappointed, but let her confused expression fade after he explained. I guess that's a good enough excuse. Pausing for a few seconds, she came up with another, unrelated question. So, where are you guys from, again? I'm sorry, I've absolutely run out of things to say/write... She drew a little >.< face next to her writing. Afterwards, however, she realized something, and a smirk streaked across her face. Wait. Lemme guess, you're from Tennessee- because you're the only ten I see. After jotting that horrid pickup line down, Graphite did the little finger-gun thing. Guess it runs in the family.
"Nerd?! I'll have you know I'm--" Charcoal caught herself before saying something that was gonna be ridiculously condescending. Her expression morphed into something incredulous when she'd taken in the rest of Basil's words. "I.... I'm honestly impressed. Like, if it wasn't for that one window in the hallway I'd have died of claustrophobia by now. I'm sure Di's absolutely freaking right now..." She chuckled a bit, inspecting her perfectly-manicured nails. "I mean, I'd think a god would settle for something of... much higher quality, but I won't judge.
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Post by Kor on Mar 15, 2017 17:39:01 GMT -6
"Please, just Ollie. And yeah, I'll sit, but only if my rebellious teenage son stops being such a fucking hermit." He paused beside Abel. Abel leaned his head back against the wall behind the bed. "Ollie, we both know how not-a-teenager I am. Let me just-" Ollie flicked him in the forehead and Abel moaned petulantly. "Go make some friends, nerdshit."
"The HQ's in-" He paused, looking over her additional line about three times before he put his hand to his face and turned away to hide a snort of laughter. "C-.. Canada, actually." On his way back across the room, Ollie pointed at Raoul. "No specifics, Raoul." "Okay, I guess," he sighed in response, rubbing a cheek. His skin was dark enough that his blush wouldn't be obvious, but he knew for a fact he was built with the ability to do so, so, like!
"Sounds like something a claustrophobic weakling would say. I, for one, am not scared of anything. Therefore, a dungeonlike cave of terrors is the ideal location to lure my victims." Basil paused and looked over their shoulder. "Uh, theoretically, I mean." They looked back away. "Di- that's your sister, right? The ass, as you so eloquently put it?" She made a mental note regarding the aforementioned claustrophobia.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Mar 27, 2017 19:02:15 GMT -6
Honestly the only reason I havent responded in two whole weeks is because I read 'go make some friends, nerdshit' in a Squidward voice and now I'll always imagine everything Ollie says coming through the mouth of Squidward Fucking Tentacles and i can't have that
Father seemed... amused, to say the least, pushing a hand up under his veil to stifle a chuckle. I'm sorry I have literally nothing to say on the matter (the whole squidward thing.)
Graphite blinked a few times, a confident smirk beginning to form but quickly disappearing into intrigue. "Woah. Canada? And here I was, about to guess Iowa or Missouri or something. Iowa 'cuz Iowanna" She quickly scribbled out most of that sentence, eyes quickly darting to the side. "I swear I'm not always like this."
"Yep, that's her. I mean, she could be a whole lot worse, but..." She trailed off, before going back to Basil's first statement. "That honestly sounds like something a movie villain would say. Any intentions of informing Mr. Bond about your master plan?" Charcoal looked back at the vending machine, pulling a dollar out of her bra (the other boob this time) as she approached. "Wonder if this thing still works...." She thought out loud, slipping the dollar in and watching a bag of puffy Cheetos fall to the little hatch at the bottom. "It does! Now to see the expiration date on these things.." A little shocked noise came out of her once she checked. "2005. This bag of Cheetos.... is like.... twice... my age."
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