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Dec. 13th, 2016 03:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tennohno[This was a risky move on the both of them but so far the calculations were sound after all. There was nothing saying that a cephalon of Ordis's caliber would not be able to process transference let alone such an instance in which it would allow for the control of a frame. It would almost be on par to controlling the liset but on a much smaller scale. Maintaining navigation and altitude being traded for balance. Engine control for vitals.
Honestly the thought hadn't left him since the incident with Silvana in the Grove on Earth. The ability for others to do as he does. Though Silvana was what would happen to a human not like himself. But a cephalon? They had gone through the somatics together successfully and experienced something akin to a mindscape that belonged only to them.
Where they had finally been able to touch aside from fingers on control. Where he had been introduced to the predecessor that was Ordan Karris. The Beast of Bones. How terrible it was to know that the both of them had gone through such horrors by the Orokin's hand.
Now though he was going to provide a chance to the cephalon and right a wrong. Ordis and well...Ordan too knew what he had done to the Orokin in the end. Yet there was that yearning for the old. So he was going to supply that in a way.
It took some tinkering but he managed to situate a frame that he hasn't ever used despite coming upon it long before his second awakening. An immaculate Volt Prime that he had redone in the blues and whites that he associates with the cephalon. A frame that suited the quirky program in his opinion. It now lay to the side of the back room, away from anything important and fragile as the tenno crouches down and starts the uplink process.
Ordis had said something about being scared. Hopefully he wouldn't regret his decision. It's easier not to when the ship lights flicker and the Volt's chest moves with its first breath.]
Honestly the thought hadn't left him since the incident with Silvana in the Grove on Earth. The ability for others to do as he does. Though Silvana was what would happen to a human not like himself. But a cephalon? They had gone through the somatics together successfully and experienced something akin to a mindscape that belonged only to them.
Where they had finally been able to touch aside from fingers on control. Where he had been introduced to the predecessor that was Ordan Karris. The Beast of Bones. How terrible it was to know that the both of them had gone through such horrors by the Orokin's hand.
Now though he was going to provide a chance to the cephalon and right a wrong. Ordis and well...Ordan too knew what he had done to the Orokin in the end. Yet there was that yearning for the old. So he was going to supply that in a way.
It took some tinkering but he managed to situate a frame that he hasn't ever used despite coming upon it long before his second awakening. An immaculate Volt Prime that he had redone in the blues and whites that he associates with the cephalon. A frame that suited the quirky program in his opinion. It now lay to the side of the back room, away from anything important and fragile as the tenno crouches down and starts the uplink process.
Ordis had said something about being scared. Hopefully he wouldn't regret his decision. It's easier not to when the ship lights flicker and the Volt's chest moves with its first breath.]
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Date: 2017-07-30 05:52 am (UTC)[He pushes back onto his feet and straightens up to look down at the Volt. There was at least a good head difference in height between the two of them. Still all the more reason to lean down and press a kiss to Ordis' helmet.]
Yes and you are short.
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Date: 2017-07-31 01:29 am (UTC)[The sheer idea of being served instead of serving is so strange, and he's not entirely sure how to begin processing things. The kiss helps distract him though, though he does huff slightly at the observation.]
Ordis is merely short at this time.
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Date: 2017-07-31 03:11 am (UTC)[Maybe someday Ordis would allow for him to fuss over his needs but that would only be when the cephalon was comfortable with it. For now he's quite alright with smiling at the huff and leaning further to kiss the jaw seam of the helmet.]
If height is the issue, I'm sure I can think of ways to fix that.
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Date: 2017-08-08 11:03 pm (UTC)[It's such a strange word, the idea of being subservient is ingrained so deeply within him, but he's finding that he likes the idea of being equals more and more. It allows him to stand with his Operator, to do more than simply aid him from afar.]
Ordis would like to be partners. Height differences or not.
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Date: 2017-08-09 07:50 am (UTC)[It was a bit troublesome to do but only because he had to wait for Ordis to turn enough that he could catch his waist. Securing an arm around him, he lifts the bolt up so that they were eye to eye so to speak. His other arm helping to steady Ordis against him.
A quirk of a smirk given.]
There. Fixed it for now.