“…what are you doing with your hands?” @logic

drexathedrow:

thelogicsphere:

drexathedrow:

thelogicsphere:

drexathedrow:

“I sssee, pleassse do not worry I am harmlesss if you are harmlesss, Do not be afraid of my appearance, It isss becaussse of cursssed blood that I look thisss way. I would talk to you telepathically but zat vould require an actual mind on your part.” She was being surprisingly diplomatic given her appearance, “I am Drexa Telkora, Drow Sorceress.” She bows slightly making sure to keep her eyes on the construct as she did so.

“….telepathy?” This was even more confusing, for once Logic found himself completely bewildered over something. “I- how are you managing that? The electricity and telepathy, I mean.” 

“And… I like to think that my mind is an actual one..” He frowned, but otherwise didn’t seem any more put-off. He nodded, instead, unsure whether to return the bow or not. “I am the Logic Sphere, an Aperture Science Personality Construct.” 

“Magic but of courssse. visss isss how you function asss well, no?” She smiles, “My powersss are both blesssing and curssse from my great grandfaver, he was a demon. ssso… vere is the wizard zat made you?”

“Magic?” He pulled a very slight face, that couldn’t be right. Magic, in such forms, were not supposed to exist… at least, he didn’t think they did. “Pardon me, but I was not created by a wizard, nor do I run on ‘magic.’ I am powered through electricity and other means. I am robotic, an automaton, to put it more simply.”

Drexa gives logic a confused look, “Not powered by magic? sssurely you are missstaken.” The drow smiles, “Your sssaying you are simply mechanical, zat is most ssstrange!”

“Completely and totally so, yes.” He seemed a little too proud over that fact, as if it were some kind of accomplishment. In all honesty, it kind of was…. but for his creators, not himself. “I am an exampled of some of the most advanced artificial intelligence available on this planet.”

angercore:

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Logic continued to gently touch around Anger’s own core, putting slightly more pressure behind his touches in response to the other’s. At the end of the kiss, he found his breath catching only slightly, face flushed almost completely.

He was almost tempted to press in for another, but just found himself gazing back into Anger’s red eyes. His fans were still working almost double time to cool him, though they weren’t doing so over emotional distress this time.

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Fact: The Fact Sphere’s make good soccer/volley/basketballs.

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Tested and proven by yours truly.

I might point out that I would not use any current Fact Spheres as sporting equipment!

“…what are you doing with your hands?” @logic

drexathedrow:

thelogicsphere:

drexathedrow:

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He just frowns and watches her hands, completely baffled as to the source of the electricity. He’s never experienced any sort of actual ‘magic’ before.

“I…. suppose so….” He tries not to frown, keeping a close eye on her. “Yes, this is a kitchen…. The only dangers I know of are the turrets, and perhaps the GLaDOS.” Her smile only served to unnerve him, leaving him uneasy.

The strange woman’s teeth were very sharp, by the looks of them, and he knew that electricity like he’d just seen would likely be enough to completely fry his circuits if she used it.

“I sssee, pleassse do not worry I am harmlesss if you are harmlesss, Do not be afraid of my appearance, It isss becaussse of cursssed blood that I look thisss way. I would talk to you telepathically but zat vould require an actual mind on your part.” She was being surprisingly diplomatic given her appearance, “I am Drexa Telkora, Drow Sorceress.” She bows slightly making sure to keep her eyes on the construct as she did so.

“….telepathy?” This was even more confusing, for once Logic found himself completely bewildered over something. “I- how are you managing that? The electricity and telepathy, I mean.” 

“And… I like to think that my mind is an actual one..” He frowned, but otherwise didn’t seem any more put-off. He nodded, instead, unsure whether to return the bow or not. “I am the Logic Sphere, an Aperture Science Personality Construct.” 

“Magic but of courssse. visss isss how you function asss well, no?” She smiles, “My powersss are both blesssing and curssse from my great grandfaver, he was a demon. ssso… vere is the wizard zat made you?”

“Magic?” He pulled a very slight face, that couldn’t be right. Magic, in such forms, were not supposed to exist… at least, he didn’t think they did. “Pardon me, but I was not created by a wizard, nor do I run on ‘magic.’ I am powered through electricity and other means. I am robotic, an automaton, to put it more simply.”

“…what are you doing with your hands?” @logic

drexathedrow:

thelogicsphere:

drexathedrow:

“I umm, noving” Lightning begins to arch from hand to hand before she dismisses it, She smiles showing her demonically sharp teeth to the droid and begins to talk her serpantine tongue slithering each word, “You never can be too cautiousss  in ruinsss such as thessse, monssstersss zey lurk everywhere,” The drow then begins to look around the room as if searching for treasure and traps, “Vis is a kitchen, no? You are not hossstile perhapsss you can inform me of what lurksss deeper in zessse ruinsss?” she smiles her devilish smile again hoping the construct would be able to inform her of future dangers.

He just frowns and watches her hands, completely baffled as to the source of the electricity. He’s never experienced any sort of actual ‘magic’ before.

“I…. suppose so….” He tries not to frown, keeping a close eye on her. “Yes, this is a kitchen…. The only dangers I know of are the turrets, and perhaps the GLaDOS.” Her smile only served to unnerve him, leaving him uneasy.

The strange woman’s teeth were very sharp, by the looks of them, and he knew that electricity like he’d just seen would likely be enough to completely fry his circuits if she used it.

“I sssee, pleassse do not worry I am harmlesss if you are harmlesss, Do not be afraid of my appearance, It isss becaussse of cursssed blood that I look thisss way. I would talk to you telepathically but zat vould require an actual mind on your part.” She was being surprisingly diplomatic given her appearance, “I am Drexa Telkora, Drow Sorceress.” She bows slightly making sure to keep her eyes on the construct as she did so.

“….telepathy?” This was even more confusing, for once Logic found himself completely bewildered over something. “I- how are you managing that? The electricity and telepathy, I mean.” 

“And… I like to think that my mind is an actual one..” He frowned, but otherwise didn’t seem any more put-off. He nodded, instead, unsure whether to return the bow or not. “I am the Logic Sphere, an Aperture Science Personality Construct.” 

angercore:

thelogicsphere:

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With a nod, Anger’s body began to get a little warmer, and he began to tug on Logic’s shirt. His free hand wandered around the outside of the core in front of him, gently circling it with his fingertips. The sensations he was feeling himself were very pleasurable, and began to work up the drive in his system.

He sat up, not moving his hand from Logic’s core, and kissed him tenderly. Anger’s cheeks flushed while he did, as he truly didn’t know how such things were supposed to work.

More light shuddering, the small touches he was receiving from Anger were causing a blush of his own to form. Logic leaned in more closely to him, pressing very gently against the kiss as he worked his hand under the back of Anger’s shirt for better access to the core. He traced along the edges very lightly, just slightly brushing his thumb over the surface.

He wasn’t entirely sure just how far Anger intended to go with this, as he did know that he rarely even thought of such acts, though Logic was willing to oblige if the other was entirely sure. 

Gathering up more courage (and libido), Anger decided to move his other hand onto the radiating blue core. His fingers began to massage around the two-inch radius of synthetic skin with a bit more pressure. 

He broke away from the kiss to look at Logic’s face, to see if he should continue or not. He could hear the whirring of his OS, similar to a racing heart of a human.

Logic continued to gently touch around Anger’s own core, putting slightly more pressure behind his touches in response to the other’s. At the end of the kiss, he found his breath catching only slightly, face flushed almost completely.

He was almost tempted to press in for another, but just found himself gazing back into Anger’s red eyes. His fans were still working almost double time to cool him, though they weren’t doing so over emotional distress this time.

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“…what are you doing with your hands?” @logic

drexathedrow:

“I umm, noving” Lightning begins to arch from hand to hand before she dismisses it, She smiles showing her demonically sharp teeth to the droid and begins to talk her serpantine tongue slithering each word, “You never can be too cautiousss  in ruinsss such as thessse, monssstersss zey lurk everywhere,” The drow then begins to look around the room as if searching for treasure and traps, “Vis is a kitchen, no? You are not hossstile perhapsss you can inform me of what lurksss deeper in zessse ruinsss?” she smiles her devilish smile again hoping the construct would be able to inform her of future dangers.

He just frowns and watches her hands, completely baffled as to the source of the electricity. He’s never experienced any sort of actual ‘magic’ before.

“I…. suppose so….” He tries not to frown, keeping a close eye on her. “Yes, this is a kitchen…. The only dangers I know of are the turrets, and perhaps the GLaDOS.” Her smile only served to unnerve him, leaving him uneasy.

The strange woman’s teeth were very sharp, by the looks of them, and he knew that electricity like he’d just seen would likely be enough to completely fry his circuits if she used it.

angercore:

thelogicsphere:

angercore:

With a nod, Anger’s body began to get a little warmer, and he began to tug on Logic’s shirt. His free hand wandered around the outside of the core in front of him, gently circling it with his fingertips. The sensations he was feeling himself were very pleasurable, and began to work up the drive in his system.

He sat up, not moving his hand from Logic’s core, and kissed him tenderly. Anger’s cheeks flushed while he did, as he truly didn’t know how such things were supposed to work.

More light shuddering, the small touches he was receiving from Anger were causing a blush of his own to form. Logic leaned in more closely to him, pressing very gently against the kiss as he worked his hand under the back of Anger’s shirt for better access to the core. He traced along the edges very lightly, just slightly brushing his thumb over the surface.

He wasn’t entirely sure just how far Anger intended to go with this, as he did know that he rarely even thought of such acts, though Logic was willing to oblige if the other was entirely sure. 

Gathering up more courage (and libido), Anger decided to move his other hand onto the radiating blue core. His fingers began to massage around the two-inch radius of synthetic skin with a bit more pressure. 

He broke away from the kiss to look at Logic’s face, to see if he should continue or not. He could hear the whirring of his OS, similar to a racing heart of a human.

Logic continued to gently touch around Anger’s own core, putting slightly more pressure behind his touches in response to the other’s. At the end of the kiss, he found his breath catching only slightly, face flushed almost completely.

He was almost tempted to press in for another, but just found himself gazing back into Anger’s red eyes. His fans were still working almost double time to cool him, though they weren’t doing so over emotional distress this time.

angercore:

thelogicsphere:

angercore:

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He actually managed a smile back. ”…. I honestly do not know. That sounds nice, but I am fine here as well…”

Sitting like that had done a lot to calm him down, and he was genuinely happy rather than any of the manic extremes he’d been feeling before that. He also didn’t have to worry about anything else triggering his new drives.

That’s not to say he still wasn’t fighting them, however, as evidenced by how he found his hand working it’s way to Anger’s back again. He stopped himself this time, though, and took to just holding tightly to the other android.

Anger took a deep breath, and reached backward to Logic’s hand, putting it on the destination it was searching for. After a small shudder, he leaned against Logic once more.

It didn’t bother Anger, and he wanted the other android to know that. And although he wanted to signal to Logic that everything was alright, he didn’t know what he wanted to do. If the drives were making him go against his will, that would be a bad turn of events indeed.

“I…”

No, wrong time to say that.

“I trust you.”

That was better.

Logic hesitated, looking to Anger with slight confusion. He hadn’t expected that sort of reaction at all, and wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it. The new drives took a back seat to his old, and he held Anger just a little more tightly.

He couldn’t even come up with a proper, worded response for some moments. Instead, he moved closer to Anger as he very gently caressed the core on his back.

“I….. okay… just…. just stop me whenever you want, alright?”

Logic took just a moment to unbutton his own jacket, better revealing the brightly-lit blue core on his chest peeking out from a hole cut in his shirt, before gingerly using his free hand to guide one of Anger’s to it with a little shudder. 

If he was going to give Logic his trust, he’d offer his own as well.

With a nod, Anger’s body began to get a little warmer, and he began to tug on Logic shirt. His free hand wandered around the outside of the core in front of him, gently circling it with his fingertips. The sensations he was feeling himself were very pleasurable, and began to work up the drive in his system.

He sat up, not moving his hand from Logic’s core, and kissed him tenderly. Anger’s cheeks flushed while he did, as he truly didn’t know how such things were supposed to work.

More light shuddering, the small touches he was receiving from Anger were causing a blush of his own to form. Logic leaned in more closely to him, pressing very gently against the kiss as he worked his hand under the back of Anger’s shirt for better access to the core. He traced along the edges very lightly, just slightly brushing his thumb over the surface.

He wasn’t entirely sure just how far Anger intended to go with this, as he did know that he rarely even thought of such acts, though Logic was willing to oblige if the other was entirely sure.