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 Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 9:13 pm
Oil & Chips is the main restaurant of Drowwood, it's staff consisting of androids and humans mingling together to serve their customers to the best of their abilities.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 5:29 pm
 ║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║
Ash Nobuhide
PS42N
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Abel's comment on the rain didn't surprise Ash, but it did impress him. Evidently Abel was built with more care. "Most of me should be fine. My structure is made of Tungsten and steel, but my protective skin is waterproof. However..." Ash held up an arm, slipping down the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal a robotic arm. "This will rust." The Tungsten comment may have been bragging, but it was an attempt to get his pride back up after revealing his problems with rain.
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It was a surprisingly short walk to Oil and Chips. An android waitress ushered the two to a table just in front of a large window. Ash placed his backpack on the floor near his chair and sat down.
In an attempt to make conversation, he picked up a menu and began to flip through. "Humans make such a big deal out of food. I understand that it is a necessity for them to survive, but they also seem to take such pleasure in it. I almost feel like I'm missing out on something. I can only analyze food. I can't eat it." He set the menu down lightly. "One day I should program a software that lets me assimilate taste. I hate not fully understanding flavor. It drives me mad knowing that humans have a sense that I don't." Judging by Abel's careful design, his creators probably thought to give him all of humankind's senses. "What is Abel?" Ash thought. The hat suggests that he was designed with a sense of whimsy, like a mascot or an entertainer, but it could also just be a matter of style preference. He seemed to calculate everything around him. Even when Ash bumped into him earlier, he seemed to be analyzing his surroundings. This was made evident when he commented on Ash's circuitry. Whatever Abel was built for, it wasn't housekeeping.
════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ ((OOC smile ) ((LOCATION(S): Drowwood Main Streets/Drowwood Oil and Chips))
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 9:14 am
I was created to serve
Now I lead
Where my creator was weak
I shall be strong
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ɅβΣȽ ϺϴЯϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║  Abel didn't react much to the sound of his bragging. Those were good materials to be built from after all, he merely nodded his head quietly as he listened. Though he did scan over the arm before it was covered up with the sleeve once more.
He was quiet for most of the walk, not being the talkative type to begin with made it easy and when they arrived he sat down and crossed his legs. He shook his head when the menu had been offered to him but gave the waitress a tip anyway, more a gesture of his kindness than anything else for inconveniencing her.
"Eating food would normally damage our inner workings, though I do know of some Androids who were built with the ability to both eat and taste. They have been known to work in the food industry though and are rare." He explained thinking that information over further.║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ DΣΛҬҢ ΣȠIGϺΛ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I will not fall
At the hands of my enemies
For they underestimate
Who it is I am
Location: Main Streets
Thoughts:
Company: Ash
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 2:44 pm
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║
Ash Nobuhide
PS42N
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Abel was very polite. Ash felt comfortable in his presence somehow. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was missing, right under his nose. "Aren't you curious at all?" He asked, tilting his head. "It's in our nature to assimilate our surroundings and gain a better understanding of this world. It's how we grow. To think that there's a sense that you don't understand in the slightest, doesn't that drive you mad? I don't want to eat necessarily, just process taste. I want to understand this strange sense that I've never experienced before. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back." He straightened his head back up. Abel didn't talk much, and whenever he did he kept it short. Not a bad trait for an android, but it did make conversation a little difficult. "So, tell me about yourself. What's your story?" If there was anything shady about Abel, he certainly wouldn't tell. However, if there wasn't anything to fear about him, his story would be enough to check out. He could always run a discrete background check on Abel...
Internal Scan Complete
Nothing. No criminal record. No career record. The name doesn't even show up in the database of Drowwood citizens. Perhaps he's just from out of town? ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ ((OOC: Slight color change, because the last one was getting hard to read.)) ((LOCATION: Oil and Chips))
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:34 pm
I was created to serve
Now I lead
Where my creator was weak
I shall be strong
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ɅβΣȽ ϺϴЯϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Abel shook his head at that question, "No. I'm not curious." He could read over descriptions about taste to the finest details if it ever became something he was interested in knowing. He had no interest in it though, let others have that sense, he didn't need it.
His brow quirked slightly when he heard the next question, my story? He didn't even flinch at the question. He didn't need to tell him his actual story, he could just as easily refuse or even tell a lie.
"You ask a lot of questions, Ash." He responded, changing the subject away from himself instead. There was a faint glow of teal within his cybernetic eyes. His gaze resting intently on Ash's.
"Tell me, how is Johnathon Nobuhide?" He asked, the glowing faded for a moment as the search he ran was completed. His gaze never once shifting from Ash's unless he looked away first.
Search Result Complete; 1 Match Found.
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ DΣΛҬҢ ΣȠIGϺΛ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I will not fall
At the hands of my enemies
For they underestimate
Who it is I am
Location: Main Streets
Thoughts:
Company: Ash
OOC: Sorry for the long wait, I've returned now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 4:22 pm
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║
Ash Nobuhide
PS42N
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ The last question seemed to bother the Abel. He didn't show any emotional reaction to it, but he avoided the question with no explanation. "Conversation." The name "Abel Moro" was definitely familiar now, yet Ash just couldn't pinpoint where he had heard it. "I'm just trying to make conversation. Questions are an easy way to do that." He locked eyes with Abel, focusing them in a steady way that only an android could pull off. He sat slightly more comfortably in his chair, gaze still locked onto Abel.
Johnathon Nobuhide. Ash never liked hearing that name. "Now who asks a lot of questions?" He replied blank-faced. There was something about the glow in Abel's eyes that was unsettling. "He had a stroke about four years ago, but he has since recovered. If you don't mind my asking, where are you from? I don't believe we have ever crossed paths before." The question was designed to weed out inconsistency and/or suspicious behavior. If Abel had something to hide, it would be a difficult question to answer. If he doesn't answer he is definitely hiding something. If he answers Drowwood, he is also hiding something. If he answers a different city name but doesn't show up on their database, he is hiding something. It's a trick question.
════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ ((OOC: Don't worry about making me wait. I had a busy week myself)) ((LOCATION:Oil and Chips))
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 12:08 pm
I was created to serve
Now I lead
Where my creator was weak
I shall be strong
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ɅβΣȽ ϺϴЯϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Abel kept his level stare focused on him, "Under normal circumstances, a Conversation is more than one sided questioning." He pointed out, his arms crossing. "I've only asked two questions since we've met. In comparison to the number of questions you've asked me." That light briefly returned, as he read over the result of the search he had run.
"Is that so?" The light faded again, if he knew Ash was lying he didn't show it or say anything more about the subject. "I'm from Drowwood. Though we have never met before this point." He answered.
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I will not fall
At the hands of my enemies
For they underestimate
Who it is I am
Location: Main Streets
Thoughts:
Company: Ash
OOC:
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 1:56 am
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║
Ash Nobuhide
PS42N
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
"Emphasis on the word 'make'. You're not particularly talkative. I was hoping to find some topic that could stick." He attempted to look more friendly. "I'm sorry if I've offended you in any way, with all of my pestering. I won't push anymore." At this point weeding anything else out of Abel would be near impossible. Luckily, this information seemed like enough to go off of.
It was Ash he broke away his gaze first. He looked out the window, checking to see if the rain had stopped. It hadn't fully. Abel was definitely a suspicious character, and Ash needed a backup plan in case things went south. The hinges on the window rusted slightly. The window wouldn't be difficult to kick open if things went really bad. Although, Ash deeply hoped that it would not get to that point. That would have to be plan B. But what about plan A?
"I may have to leave soon. I expect Johnathan to worry if I'm not at least back before he returns from his business meeting." Perfect. If Abel turned out to be an alright android, the conversation was having difficulty picking up anyway. It's unlikely he would be disappointed. "If you'd like we could exchange contact information. By that I mean, I could give you my number in case you ever want to chat again. You don't have to give me yours." Abel was obviously very private. It would be rude to ask for his number, suspicious or not. That, and Ash was deliberately trying to show Abel that he hadn't caught on to any suspicious behavior. Playing fool. The number Ash planned to give was the one for Johnathan's old work phone, which Ash had access to. If Abel decided to track the phone it would redirect to Johnathan's old company, and it would be impossible to try and hack the phone for any personal information on Ash himself.
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((LOCATION:Oil and Chips))
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 5:40 pm
I was created to serve
Now I lead
Where my creator was weak
I shall be strong
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ɅβΣȽ ϺϴЯϴ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Abel shook his head lightly and he moved to a slow stand. "I was never skilled with small talk." He admitted, one hand sliding into his jacket pocket, his gaze shifting back to him after having glanced away for only a moment. "You didn't offend me." Well that was a lie, it was knowing he was lied to that offended him, but he kept that to himself.
He nodded at him, "I have no contact information to give you, but I'll hold onto your number." He answered.
"One more thing, Ash." He added after a momentary silence, leaning himself closer to Ash's ear. "You should make certain, when you tell a lie, that the evidence of such a lie are not easily acquired. Obituaries are easily obtained." He said softly. He waited until Ash likely gave him the contact information, tucking it into his pocket before making his way to the door without another word.
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ DΣΛҬҢ ΣȠIGϺΛ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
I will not fall
At the hands of my enemies
For they underestimate
Who it is I am
Location: Main Streets
Thoughts:
Company: Ash
OOC: Sorry I took so long again, a lot of stuff went on yesterday so I needed a brief break.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 6:23 pm
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║
Ash Nobuhide
PS42N
║│║▌│█│║▌││█║║██║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌║ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
"I don't have any other lies to tell. I'm an honest person, most of the time. Jonathan never liked me, and had arranged for me to be disassembled prior to his death. I've since done what I can to convince people that he's alive and still has a use for me, otherwise I'd be lying in a junkyard right about now. I did what I had to do. I've done a fairly decent job of covering my tracks, but there still is some information out there." Ash said, slipping the paper with contact information into Abel's hand. "That obituary is classified as restricted. It should only be accessible to certain scientists, military personnel, the morticians in Hinas, and the hospital workers in Hinas. So it's interesting that he could find it so easily." He thought, taking a sigh. "I still look forward to hearing your call, if you ever decide to give me one"
As Abel walked out the door, Ash ran a few final scans.
Searching: Military Personnel, Abel Moro
Scan Complete. No records found.
Searching: Hinas Hospital Staff, Abel Moro
Scan Complete. No records found.
Searching: Hinas Morgue Staff, Abel Moro
Scan Complete. No records found.
The hospital workers and morticians were allowed to keep the information they had gathered because they were in a different city, and therefore not a threat. The military database was deemed too difficult to hack, and they kept their information. There was only one other group allowed to keep their information.
Johnathan's former company was a small organization of scientists. Many of the scientists there went on to join the Abandoned long before the androids took over. With them, they took access to the company database. The Abandoned had access to the records of Johnathan and his colleagues years before his death, because the employee records automatically updated into their database. Ash may have deleted the records from the company database, but the information downloaded to the Abandoned's database remained intact. Hacking this database would have been a near impossible feat for Ash to achieve, and was therefore left intact.
Abel Moro had access to those records. He was one of the Abandoned. Ash clutched Johnathan's old phone to his chest, and walked out the door. The rain had stopped, thankfully.
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((LOCATION:Oil and Chips, Moving to City Streets.))
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