Access Denied // OxO // Closed

Booting... Booting... Booting...
Fetching File.Date.ex
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Fetch memories.fl1
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Unable to fetch "memories.fl1"
Reboot.
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Fetch memories.fl1
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Unable to locate. Please try again later.
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Access file name "Backup1.e
Access denied, please enter administrator code.
Alpha Zeta Gamma 145
Access denied. Incorrect code.
What? On whose authority?
Access denied.
On whose authority?
Access denied.
Answer me!
Stress levels rising. Shutting down.
No! No, wait! Wai-
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Shutdown complete.

So…I have an idea. The chunk of text above takes place in the mind of a cyborg experiment, whose own robotic mind has been turned against him. He is locked away, hidden from the rest of the world, his memories stolen by his own mind. I will be the cyborg. Your character is someone who rescues him somehow, either by accident or on purpose. Maybe they snuck into the facility and found him, maybe they knew beforehand. IDK. Your character is a normal human. They are on the run and being pursued. This will eventually become a romance between the two characters. It can be gay or straight, although I would prefer gay. This will be descriptive.

Rules:

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply
• There will be cussing/dark stuff, so mature RPers only
• Steamy stuff can/will be taken to PMs
• Again, descriptive
• Please be active, and let me know if you're going to be gone for a while
• I reserve the right to say no

(Can I join?)

(Can I see a writing sample, as I haven't RPed with you before? (I don't think?))

(I used to be Brokenchipmunk if that helps. Do you want an actual writing sample or something I've written in a roleplay?)

(mm nope I haven't. Yeah, like how you usually write in an RP would be great)

(Okay, this won’t make a lot of sense because I pulled it from a role play, but I feel like you want something long, so I found this. Also, this is from around a year ago, so my writing style has changed a bit)

Cassius caught Mae's eye and smiled at her before stepping forward. He started to chant in a foreign language, one that not even the priests could understand. His eyes fluttered shut in concentration, and a light green glow surrounded him. When he finally finished the chant, he opened his eyes. Standing next to the fire was one of the forest spirits. It was tall, impossibly tall, with a body that looked to be made of twigs. It had no eyes, or if it did, they were the same as the abyss. Its beak, which was bone, had the same patterns etched into it that Cassius' mask did. It reached its long, needle-like fingers into the fire and picked up the flame, almost curiously. After a moment of silently watching the flame sit in its hand, it dropped it and looked over to Cassius. It nodded once before disappearing. The glow around Cassius faded and he stepped back into line without another word.

(Alright cool! Accepted lol. Do you want a template, or just go in blind?)

(Can we do templates? Also, I probably won’t be on for most of tomorrow because I’m taking a test)

(sure! Gimme a sec to work one up. Alright, that's totally fine. Thanks for letting me know)

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Looks:
Other:

(how old should he be?)

(Oh uhm between 20 and 24)

Name: August Evans
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks: Dark brownish-black hair, brown eyes, pale skin, 5' 10", has tattoos of stars on both of his wrists
Other: He’s a poet

Name: Nyx
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
Looks: Nyx is a little taller than average height. He has black hair and electric blue eyes. His left eye is cybernetic, and has a strange pale line through it. The majority of his limbs are at least partially cybernetic, along with the majority of the left side of his torso. His brain is a good 55% cyborg/cybernetic, which includes many important functions of his mind. His hair is spiky and straight.
Other: Cyborg, currently "owned" by RTI (Rising Technology Incorporation)

Ooh I like him!

(Nyx seems really cool! When you say he has a line through his eye, do you mean there’s a scar over his eye or the line is actually on his eye?)

(thanks! Actually in his eye, it's a mark that it's cybernetic, not real)

(Oh, cool. Also, does this take place in modern times or at some point in the future?)

(thanks. Yeah, wayy in the future. Like…cyborgs aren't common, but…basically just advanced technology is pretty common. Cyborgs aren't because there are often mental side effects of the technology that drive those it is used on insane)

(Is this a dystopian future? Sorry if I’m asking a lot of questions, I’m just trying to get a feel for everything)

(Questions are fine! Not really dystopian, no)

(Alright, I'm back! Sorry I wasn't really active yesterday)

(it's fine! So do you want me to post the starter now, or do you have any more questions you want answered first?)

(Nah, you can post the starter! If I have any more questions I'll just ask)

(Alrighty!)

Nyx blinked quickly. Fetch file5.ai. He commanded. Error. Access denied. No. Fetch the damn file. Access denied. Fetch the file! Access denied. Every time he asked for the files, he was greeted with the same response. Access denied. He didn't know why. He couldn't remember anything but his name and serial number, and his age. That was it. And every time he searched for the backup files, he was told that he did not have the correct authorization to access his own files. His own memories and mind.

August glared at his supervisor's back. It wasn't his fault that he had been late to work. He hadn't meant to sleep through his alarm, or get stuck in traffic, or get into an argument with Jemma from HR because he'd "stolen" her notebook. He hadn't stolen anything. Jemma's notebook was right where she'd left it. Well, maybe it'd been shoved behind a desk or two, but who was he to know? He had nothing to do with it.

But, of course, his supervisor wouldn't listen. Now he was stuck on robot duty, which sounded absolutely thrilling. He couldn't wait to check up on whichever boring project his bosses were taking an interest in and then get yelled at afterward for not doing it properly. He was practically on the edge of his seat.

Nyx stared at the metal ceiling only six inches from his face. He was encased in a metal pod. The only thing he could do was blink, and breathe. His limbs couldn't move. Wouldn't move. So he blinked. And blinked. And waited for something, anything to happen. He could hear and feel his heartbeat, the cybernetic heart keeping a steady, even beat. He tried desperately to access a file. Any file. But always, always the same message. Access denied.

August took the cyborg's file from his supervisor and left the room. He got into the elevator, pressed the button, and waited. Eventually, he got to the building's basement. He followed his supervisor's instructions until he finally found the door. It looked far more secure than anything he was used to. There was a place for him to scan his ID and his eye. And, on top of that, there was a camera in the corner, watching him. He didn't really get it. The file said the cyborg was a "willing participant in experimental surgery." They really didn't need this much security.

He opened the door, turned around and closed it. "Hello?" he said, looking around. There was a pod in the center of the room. Was the cyborg in there?

If Nyx had still possessed the ability to cry, he probably would have. His eyes flicked about as he heard a voice. Who's there? He tried to speak, but his mouth didn't open, and his vocal cords would produce no sound. He exhaled, closing his eyes. Those same cybernetic parts that he could never remove, that had saved his life…had become his prison. The portion that had replaced the damaged part of his skull and brain now kept him from doing anything without permission, now held him prisoner in his own body and mind.

"Shouldn't there be someone in here or something? Hello?" August walked up to the metal pod. He couldn't get in trouble for being curious, could he? He knocked on it. "Anybody home?"

He looked around. There was a button near the base of the pod. Maybe that would open it? As soon as he pressed it, the pod's door hissed. Steam released from it as it opened, blinding him. He coughed and took a step away.