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thespherelogs2019-07-06 08:47 pm
ihadstrings) wrote in thespherelogs2019-07-06 08:47 pm
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Darkness was over the surface of the deep.... {Closed}
Who: Ultron and Wanda
What: Someone is sleeping in my bed... aka one awkward meeting.
When: 7/6
Where: Dome 305
Notes: N/A
When he woke up, it felt almost like when he'd been created. There'd been darkness, and then suddenly, he just simply was. When he'd died, it'd been the opposite, being there, and then suddenly reduced to the darkness of oblivion. Was he still dead? He'd never believed in an afterlife, at least not one for someone like him, who didn't even really have a soul.
But here he was. He looked around, taking stock of himself. He was still in the Sentinel body that had been destroyed, half broken down and missing an arm. He was in a room, sitting up in a sunken-in bed. He heaved himself out of it. First thing was to find out where he was and the second was to start getting himself repaired. Maybe get a few more bodies made. As the battle had just proven, it was always prudent to have as many as possible around.
He limped, stuttering and stopping in an erratic fashion as he made his way to the main room. That's when the door opened up.
What: Someone is sleeping in my bed... aka one awkward meeting.
When: 7/6
Where: Dome 305
Notes: N/A
When he woke up, it felt almost like when he'd been created. There'd been darkness, and then suddenly, he just simply was. When he'd died, it'd been the opposite, being there, and then suddenly reduced to the darkness of oblivion. Was he still dead? He'd never believed in an afterlife, at least not one for someone like him, who didn't even really have a soul.
But here he was. He looked around, taking stock of himself. He was still in the Sentinel body that had been destroyed, half broken down and missing an arm. He was in a room, sitting up in a sunken-in bed. He heaved himself out of it. First thing was to find out where he was and the second was to start getting himself repaired. Maybe get a few more bodies made. As the battle had just proven, it was always prudent to have as many as possible around.
He limped, stuttering and stopping in an erratic fashion as he made his way to the main room. That's when the door opened up.
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Max? Who is this Max? He's surprised this place even has the tech that will allow him to transfer his consciousness into a human form or that they're able to make one just as simple as all that. Human beings, for all their simplistic minds, had annoyingly complex forms when it came time to replicate them.
He stares at her for a moment and his voice comes softer this time. "Why are you doing this? I thought you'd want to destroy me for good after I killed your brother." That was the first time Ultron had ever taken full responsibility for what had happened to Pietro.
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At least like this she can keep an eye on him.
His next question surprised her and Wanda was almost sure she didn't hear him right. Why? It was a fair question but she didn't know if she trusted him with the full answer. "Everyone deserves a second chance. This is yours. And- having enough people died?" Her misty green eyes met his and they was more pain there than when she had crushed his heart in her hand.
"So don't make me have to kill you." Because she will.
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He doesn't confirm that he's going to take it. That's a given. Just what he's going to do with that remains to be seen. He's already caused great harm. Is it still possible for him to have the capability to do great good?
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"Figure out what you want to do." She offered him softly. "I might not like you Ultron but I am here if you have questions." It wasn't like she was going to stop watching him or trying to protect him from anything her brother might do to him...
"Be honest with me and I will do the same for you."