I can never come up with good titles (backdated to the beginning of September)

[forwearemany]

Who: Legion and you! (+closed prompt for Faust)
What: Maintenance and repairs
When: Beginning of september
Where: Legion's house on islet 2
Warnings: ...Damaged and busted robots? If there's anything worse than that it'll be mentioned in the thread.

A) Self repair (OTA)

(For anyone who decides to stop by Legion's house today, they will find two Geth; one being the robot everyone knows and loves ... and the other being that same robot's corpse.

When the Drifter's shadow killed them so many months ago, they saved their remains to use to repair themselves should they ever need it.

Now, apparently, is that time.)

B) Gun repair (Faust only)

(And while they're at it, once they finish fixing themselves, they decide to work on the Widow. Carefully, they take the gun from it's usual spot in their house and unfold it, before gently beginning to work on cleaning and maintenance. They get pretty absorbed by this task: they won't notice that anyone is approaching, or even standing in their doorway, at least not at first.

It's probably more than a little disconcerting, seeing them lovingly caring for an absolutely massive gun like that.)

Comments

A

[journalname]

Oh. [Asgore, walking past, hesitates for a second at the sight. And then realizes he's starting.] Oh, I'm sorry. I...did not realize bodies remained behind, when that happened.

[Of course, it makes sense that he wouldn't have. Monsters just go to dust, and he's never been in a position to find someone else's body.]

[forwearemany]

(They look up from where they're sitting on the floor, the foot of their broken corpse in their lap. They haven't yet got to work detaching the bits they need to fix their own damaged foot.)

It is a useful source of spare parts.

(Not gonna let it go to waste, especially in a world where spare parts are not otherwise accessible.)

Asgore. (A greeting.)

[journalname]

Oh, I'm sorry - good morning, Legion.

[look at him, forgetting his manners]

I suppose I would not have noticed. It takes long enough that my dust would blow away, even if it did remain behind.

[forwearemany]

(They headtilt slightly.)

Greetings.

(They look at their corpse.)

We are fortunate that ours has remained.

[journalname]

I suppose it is. We would have a difficult time finding you new parts, otherwise.

[It doesn't bother him all that much, past the initial surprise. Maybe it would if someone else were doing it, but it's Legion's body and they can do as they please.]

I hope you are not too badly hurt?

[forwearemany]

Damage minimal.

(Just their foot. He might notice that one is kind of twitching oddly.)

[journalname]

Good, good. I'm glad.

[He didn't see them during the whole thing, but he presumes they were involved. He presumes they were on the other side - they'd have been in the mountain camp with him, otherwise.]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[forwearemany]

Assistance is unnecessary, though welcome.

(They're unsure if Asgore actually knows anything about what they're trying to do, though they're cool with teaching him if he doesn't.)

[journalname]

[Hm. Well, alright. Asgore makes his way over, to sit on the other side of Legion's body. The sight of it doesn't really bother him - it's not like a human body, and it's not like Legion isn't here safe and whole regardless of it.]

Very well. What would you like me to do? [He doesn't know anything about this at all. He just want to be helpful; honestly he'd have taken just doing some minor task for them unrelated to any of this.]

B)

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

"...is that...BlackTech?"

Apropos of literally nothing, the familiar shrill tones of the good doctor's voice come echoing through the doorway like an ill omen. His eyehole is squinted in deep focus, trying and failing to make sense of the familiar yet alien contraption within their friend's hands...

"-ah, sorry, I didn't...didn't mean to intrude, I..."

Faust you're literally ducking down in the doorway in order to stick your head into their home, after seeing the extremely obvious drawing of Legion scrawled amongst the other plethora of colourful animals and shapes that seem to adorn this building. You absolutely meant to intrude, you lying sack of-

"-I-I came to check in on you, considering...recent events."

[forwearemany]

Their headflaps flare briefly, and they look up at him.

"Insufficient data. Define: BlackTech."

Their head tilts to the side as they stare at him, still holding the gun.

"Faust-Doctor. Your intrusion is not unwelcome."

They look at themselves, at the parts strewn around. "Damage minimal."

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

...oh. Well then...

"Ah. Excuse me."

Faust will duck a little more and enter the synthetic's humble abode proper, giving a cursory glance of the decor and getting a general feeling for how upright he can stand without banging his head on the ceiling.

"I'm glad to see you're still in one piece. I didn't know where to find you, so I asked around and, well...I suppose it never occurred to me you'd need shelter. I don't actually live on these islets, but I should really learn the lay of the land around here in case I need to make house calls, and...right, BlackTech, sorry."

He's blabbering and stumbling over his words, not because of Legion, but because it's dawning on the good doctor how little he really knows about his synthetic friend - and that is what they are, his friend - and how this may very well cause significant problems in the future should Legion experience another shutdown, or worse...!

[forwearemany]

Well good for them both that all they had this time was some damage to their foot.

The corpse they harvested the components they used to repair said foot from is neatly tucked away in the room where it's usuelly kept, but the door is open and it's readily visible once inside the house. So enjoy the view of the dead body of a friend who happens to be quite alive.

"This dwelling is used primarily for storage."

They headtilt slightly, watching him. He is nervous?

"Define: BlackTech."

CW: Gore, PTSD

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

He's about to make his second attempt into defining BlackTech when he sees...it. Legion's limp, lifeless corpse. Spattered in fresh blood and torn fragments of furry viscera, still fresh from the once-living creatures butchered in the good doctor's self-defence. He can't breathe. The air is so hot it blisters his lungs. He can't breathe. He can taste the aerosolized blood everywhere around him. He can't breathe. Serrated, feral teeth dig into his body cavities with reckless abandon, starved of fresh meat for far too long. He can't

The good doctor hasn't moved for several seconds now, staring and yet not staring through the open doorway, his bag wholly devoid of expression. He is silent.

[forwearemany]

Except, of course, the corpse is clean and dead from an event that occurred long before the incident on Cahypdo.

After a few moments of waiting, Legion tilts their head in confusion, before turning and looking in the direction that their ally is staring.

...

Their abandoned platform has caused distress?

They look at Faust-Doctor again, headflaps rippling.

Then they get up and close the door.

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

The click of the door abruptly drags the good doctor back into reality, sending him jumping backwards in surprise and subsequently bashing his head against the ceiling with enough force to shatter a brick. He barely stops himself from falling to his knees, cradling the back of his bag and hissing out a string of curses presumably aimed at whoever was responsible for the building's construction.
...on the bright side, whilst likely unintentional, the sudden surge of searing pain gives Faust the briefest of respites from the more undesirable elements of his mind, and his focus is solidly restored to the present here and now.

"-son of a...L-Legion, why do you have...that...that's your body, right? Why is it...w-when did you-?!"

...mostly restored to the present here and now. Although, to be fair, he did just have to look at the corpse of his friend whilst said friend was standing right beside him, healthy as anything. Faust, even in his current state, doesn't think there's much of a rational response to be had in the face of such a confusing and alarming image.
Well, besides not freaking out. He could easily have done without that.

[forwearemany]

"It is a useful source of spare parts."

The same thing they've been telling everyone else today. Though the sight may cause others distress, they lack alternative methods of repair.

If Faust had looked closely, he might have seen that parts of it have already been cannibalized.

"We were murdered approximately seven months and twelve days ago."

a

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter's wandering through the islets has grown more frequent, as of their move into the Knight's old abode. And given the recent trade-off of plants, they've passed this particular home more often as well.]

[They intend to bring one of the old guns found on Nastrandir to Legion's abode, as promised. Instead, they find a familiar shape sprawled on the ground...and one above it.]

[The Drifter stares for a moment. Then looks up.]

it's you

[forwearemany]

(They are in the process of cutting apart and removing the destroyed platforms foot when the Drifter arrives. It takes them a moment to notice the presence of another, but when they look up from where they're sitting on the floor, they seem pleased.)

Yes. It is a useful source of spare parts.

[hyperlit]

[How recent is it? Did they die more recently, or...?]

[The Drifter adjusts their cowl, one hand tugging slightly at the mantle swathing the lower half of their face.]

how old

[forwearemany]

It has been in our posession for approximately eight months.

(In other words, yes, it is the corpse from when they were murdered by the Drifter's shadow. They're just ...reluctant to say it more directly.

They are uncertain of the Drifter's reaction.)

[hyperlit]

still have it

[As a reminder? For parts? They're not, seemingly, holding this action against the Drifter in any significant sense. It's simply...something they would rather not dwell upon.]

[forwearemany]

It is a useful source of spare parts.

(They look at themselves.)

Without it, we would be incapable of complex repairs.

(They've taken a few bits from it in the past. Mostly armor, for when they needed the plastic.

Ironically, dying that one time might be what has enabled them to survive so long now.)

[hyperlit]

consider it
fortuitous?

[That's...a different perspective. The Drifter, for their part, never would have once considered that their Shadow's murder of Legion would ever have ideal consequences.]

[forwearemany]

Negative: we would prefer not to die.

(They chatter.)

And yet, we have benefited.

(Like with many things, Legion doesn't see absolute good or bad here. It is difficult to define.)