So uh, there has been this …

problem. Yeah, something has been messing with my system and so I haven’t been able to be pulled from what some call stasis mode. I just call it sleep. Or temporary-death-that-brings-doom-and-rust-to-us-all-and-rats-to-chew-on-the-wires. 

[[I haven’t had enough time to get online and reply to any rp related things or post art because i’ve been honestly dealing with keeping the roof on my house due to this major storm that keeps circling. I honestly think Mt. Rainier has been having some issues since it does create its own weather and I happen to live really really close (pretty much inside the state park :| ) ]]

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bentcopper:

Tik’s Place: Smiles on their faces

bentcopper:

tik-on-the-clock:

Tik, an automaton of surprising detail, looked up from the book she was reading at high speed, and glanced around the mechanic’s shop she was sitting just outside of. Wearing a simple sun dress and a…

It filled Kook with joy as she followed through with the handshake. Her politeness and consideration when she followed through surprised Kook. He had expected perhaps something a little more strong, but it was a pleasant surprise. “Are you often too busy?” He asked, he wondered why something as lovely as her would even keep to herself. He next question however puzzled him slightly at first but when it clicked he brightened up, his face plates shifting to that of a surprised expression. “W-w-well yes, but he isn’t so skilled with brass. And the cost per pound of raw materials is rather hefty. I do not like to cause any more troubles than I have. “The plates under his brows shifted to furrow as an awkward smile appeared. “I would guess you have a mechanic, yes?” His photoreceptors traveled up to her hat, the movements it made and pulled his mind into a different direction all together. “I really like your hat.”

Tik's Place: Smiles on their faces

bentcopper:

tik-on-the-clock:

Tik, an automaton of surprising detail, looked up from the book she was reading at high speed, and glanced around the mechanic’s shop she was sitting just outside of. Wearing a simple sun dress and a wide brimmed straw hat, she seemed to be peacefully…

Kook returned the smile carefully, his face plates shifting under the old brass rivets. “Well, that is the only way to get the best feedback!” His reply was softer as he straightened his back and stood straight. His teal optics trying to analyze the feed that wired into his head. “Half of my squeaks are from bent brass and copper ma-” Pausing for a moment he rolled the name over a few times in his thought process before picking up. “Tik… T-thank you, but no thank you. Though, it is nice to meet you. My name is Kook. Jus’ Kook for short. All those model numbers tend to run on and on and on.” He rattled as he extends his hand out as if expecting to shake hands. 

Moving On

Title: Moving On
Summary: Part one of a few probably of crappy little things regarding Kook’s background and story. This one involves the transition from his original owner to another.
Warning: incredibly horrid because i’ve become rusty with writing.

78 hours. It had been 78 hours since he had last powered down, but every time he tried, he froze in panic. What if he never turned on again? He had always required assistance when it came to powering back on. It took a while for the gears to turn and power to build up before any of his systems could even boot up.

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tik-on-the-clock:

Tik, an automaton of surprising detail, looked up from the book she was reading at high speed, and glanced around the mechanic’s shop she was sitting just outside of. Wearing a simple sun dress and a wide brimmed straw hat, she seemed to be peacefully enjoying the quiet summer day. “I wonder…” She started with a curious tone. “What do the other people around here do for fun?”

Kook had been running errands for his latest owner, which had included a stroll past the mechanics shop. He walked with a hobble, some of his normal parts, rusted as they might be, screeched when he bent a joint with a wrong angle as he passed in front of Tik. And at that moment, as nosy as he could be, Kook “happened” to over hear her question and in an instant, the bots joints seemed to freeze him on the spot and without an invitation the he responded. “Depends on who you ask m-ma’am!” The old heap of brass and copper piped while his fingers slowly adjust the hooded collar of his estranged black vest that he wore over a pair of black straight legged pants that were neatly tucked under an old pair of greased 1914 combat boots. “On top of t-that thought, it’d be best to only ask the ones with the smiles on their faces than the frowns or n-n-neutrals!” 

tumblrbot asked:

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

You cannot help but fiddle your fingers together as you think over a logical answer. “W-w-well… I w-would love to visit-” you break off as though you get lost in a moment of hard processing and for a moment you can’t even remember what the question was until it takes a few seconds to return “I w-would like to visit the beach. Any b-beach that is warm but not too warm! I don’t want to feel like an oven. Yet, I want to listen to the waves crash on the shore and watch all the hoomans having fun”

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